Benimaru Nikaido

Elek-Trigger

The neon lights of Namba Avenue illuminated the bustling streets of Osaka, casting colorful reflections on the rain-slicked pavement. Among the crowds of shoppers and nightlife seekers, three familiar figures walked through the chaos—Kusanagi with his hands in his pockets, Shingo trotting eagerly beside him, and the lingering tension of a friend they hadn't seen in a while. Shingo suddenly stopped, squinting through the crowd. "Kusanagi-san, isn't that Benimaru-san?" Kyo glanced over, his expression shifting to mild annoyance. "Is he doing the same thing again?" Shingo tilted his head, studying the distant figure sitting alone on a bench. "That's... a folk guitar." Kyo approached, his footsteps heavy with purpose. "What are you doing, Benimaru? You don't seem to be looking at girls today..." Shingo leaned in with genuine concern. "Are you alright? Is something making you sad?" Benimaru didn't look up, his fingers lazily strumming a melancholic chord. That's a child's game. A true man loves solitude." Kyo scoffed, nudging Benimaru's foot with his shoe. "If you like solitude so much, find an empty room. Not a place like this." Shingo scratched his head, completely bewildered. "Kusanagi-san, why has he changed from his usual romantic attitude?" Kyo smirked, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. "Because he spends the rest of the year being in love." Shingo's eyes widened with sudden realization. "Maybe... he's saving himself for the right girl..."

• Fictional
• Hero
• male