The Kaijou brothers were of course there. Shizuba had gone off to buy a choco-banana with his friends, and had left Setsuya’s side. Leaving him alone. 

Setsuya considered this a chance to meet up with his girlfriend. 

The fireworks were going to start in a few minutes. Meaning that most of the people participating in the festival had gathered in one spot to view the beautiful sparks.

Climbing up the stairs, Setsuya searched. Until eventually. There she was. 

“Fuchsia.”

Setsuya hissed through his teeth. 

There before him was a girl with an hourglass figure, long pastel purple hair, and glasses. Her lips were curved to make an arrogant smirk. She leant against a lamp, cigarette in hand. 

Setsuya has left behind many things. Like his parents. His old self. His... old gang. It was time that he leaves behind someone who once meant everything to him. Fuchsia Goff.

That manipulative ... Toxic woman. She has been using Setsuya as a bloody cash-cow for long enough. And not only is she greedy, she’s disloyal. 

“Ohh, darling Setsy, what’s the matter?”

Fuchsia would ask, her voice smooth and mellifluous. It made Setsuya shiver in disgust. He was at his limit. 

“Mitsuhiro, Yuho, Taichi, Kenta, Jirou... Who the fuck are they?”

Stomping his way across, he’d stop. Then to only tower over the female, casting a glare with dead. cold. violet. eyes. 

Fuchsia tilts her head to the side, then presses her burning cigarette against Setsuya’s neck. This causes him to yelp and step back.

“Ohh, isn’t it a wonderful day~! What would make me happier is if you... Shared...”

Setsuya grits his teeth. That bitch. He has already done so much, all she does is take, and take, and take even more ! Fringe casting a shadow over his features, Setsuya grunts.

It was like this every time. Whenever he tries to approach or confront his girlfriend, a new cigarette burn would be added to his unwanted collection. It kept him quiet for a while but...

Inhaling sharply, Setsuya went for a second try. He grabbed Fuchsia with enough force to knock her fur coat off her shoulders. He leaned in slowly, and the girl simply stared, dumbfounded.

The first firework shot up. Whizzing into the sky like a glowing snake.

In unison with the loud bang, Setsuya would raise his hand, and slap the girl’s face. 

It’s almost as if time itself had paused for seconds. Everything around them became slow motion until suddenly, the second firework.

Fuchsia, eyes wide, dropped her cigarette. Setsuya was equally stunned by what he did. But he didn’t regret it, his girlfriend deserved it.

Rubbing his neck, Setsuya stepped away. Tears trickling down his cheeks, he said firmly, and coldly: