#boltverse

Yuu – Fine Arts or Urban Studies

Quiet and expressive, Yuu would thrive in a course that lets him express himself or understand cities better.

Takeshi – Kinesiology or Fire Safety Engineering

Physical, dependable, and brave—he’d want a hands-on, protective role. Fire safety suits his sense of duty.

Pi – Mechanical Engineering or Street Design

Quiet and precise, likely to enjoy working with machines or underground infrastructure.

M! Reader – Media Studies or Psychology

Given your role in the gang, you'd be the observant type, great at reading people or documenting stories.

SANNOH RENGOKAI (Hoodlum Squad)

Cobra – Public Administration or Law Enforcement

Leadership, justice, and protecting others. A future police officer or community leader.

Yamato – Physical Education or Construction Management

Strong, athletic, and loyal. Great at organizing people physically and mentally.

Noboru – Law or Political Science

Smart and calm, especially after his ordeal with Ichigo-kai. Aiming to change things from the inside.

Inei (Cobra’s partner) – Child Development or Creative Writing

Sweet and nurturing, but creative. They’d likely want to help kids or express themselves through stories.

WHITE RASCALS

Rocky – Fashion Design or Business Management

Stylish, a leader, and knows how to run a brand. Could open a fashion label or club.

Koo – Graphic Design or Music Production

Silent but strong, with a mysterious aura. Might love creating album covers or beats.

Kuina (Rocky’s partner) – Marketing or Theater Arts

Mean-girl and stylish. She’d run the most iconic social media accounts or star in campus plays.

OYA HIGH / PART-TIME SCHOOL

Murayama – Education or Sports Therapy

Surprisingly thoughtful, he'd love mentoring troubled kids or helping athletes heal.

Furuya and sekki– Martial Arts Studies or Auto Mechanics ( I like to called them Furuya brothers because they treat each other as brothers along with Murayama)

All brawn and chaos, but maybe into fixing bikes or opening a gym.

Keiro (Murayama’s partner) – Home Economics or Nursing

He’s the “male mom,” so he'd shine in caregiving or practical life skills fields.

DARUMA IKKA

Hyuga – Criminology or Theatre

Loud, and always ready to stir the pot—he’d thrive in drama or criminal psychology.

Mirai (Hyuga’s partner) – Communications or Fashion PR

Baddie vibes, knows how to talk and make an entrance. Would dominate in marketing or public speaking.

Here's a plan for each couple in the University Boltverse, including their love tropes, how they meet, and what each of their 5-chapter arcs will explore. Each chapter will be around 1,500 words, making them mini-stories.

1. Cobra x Inei (Non-binary OC)

Love Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine / Protective Crush

Meeting: Inei stumbles into Cobra's Public Admin class by accident and instantly brightens his day—he just won’t admit it.

Chapters:

Wrong Class, Right Person – They meet, Cobra’s annoyed but intrigued.

Coffee & Rainy Days – Accidental study sessions begin.

Jealous? Me? – Inei talks to Noboru, and Cobra can’t handle it.

Rooftop Secrets – Inei comforts Cobra when he’s overwhelmed.

The Grump Melts – Cobra finally confesses—with blushes.

2. Murayama x Keiro (Male OC)

Love Trope: Domestic Partners / Slow Burn Friends-to-Lovers

Meeting: Keiro offers to tutor Murayama after seeing him struggle in class.

Chapters:

The Tutor Agreement – Keiro proposes a study schedule.

Homemade Bentos & Shared Notes – Intimacy through routine.

Panic & First Aid – Murayama gets injured; Keiro panics.

“You Don’t Even Realize” – Someone flirts with Keiro; Murayama reacts.

Morning Coffee, Finally Yours – They move in together.

3. Rocky x Kuina (Female OC)

Love Trope: Power Couple / Mean Girl x Gentleman

Meeting: Rocky catches Kuina in the fashion wing criticizing a design—and loving her flair.

Chapters:

The Red Lipstick Threat – She makes fun of his shoes. He smirks.

Frenemies at First Sight – Paired for a fashion competition.

You’re Hot When You’re Angry – Heated argument leads to sparks.

Eyes Only for You – Club girls flirt with Rocky. Kuina declares war.

Queen Meets Her King – They win the show—and each other.

4. Hyuga x Mirai (Female OC)

Love Trope: Chaotic x Chaotic / Ride or Die

Meeting: Mirai throws a drink in someone’s face at a party. Hyuga helps her escape security.

Chapters:

The Great Escape – They run across campus at midnight.

Two Devils in Class – Both prank their prof. Chaos ensues.

Jealous Bitch Energy – Mirai gets real about her feelings.

I’d Fight for You, Literally – Hyuga nearly gets suspended defending her.

Loving a Hurricane – They make it work their wild way.

5. Smoky x Iluliaq (Male OC)

Love Trope: Leader x Leader / Healing Love

Meeting: They argue over community funding, each representing a different student org.

Chapters:

Tension in the Boardroom – Sparks fly over a charity budget.

Silent Apologies, Loud Actions – Iluliaq helps Smoky during a health scare.

Opposites, Still Alike – A peaceful walk and shared backstory.

You’re Not Alone – Smoky opens up about Nameless Street.

One Heart, Two Walls Down – Mutual respect turns into love.

6. Male Reader x Takeshi, Pi, and Yuu (Crush Arc)

Love Trope: Shy x Popular / Pining from Afar (Reader’s POV)

Meeting: You’ve always been around RUDE BOYS, but your feelings run deeper—for all three.

Chapters:

Blushes & Accidental Touches – You get flustered around Takeshi.

Library Shadows – You and Pi end up alone, your heart races.

Yuu’s Quiet Kindness – He notices your mood before anyone else.

Confession in the Moonlight – You finally speak… but to whom?

Three Hearts, One Choice – Who do you pick—or do they pick you?

Masterlist

But you weren’t him. You carried your own weight, your own bruises.

Still, there was one person who always made you feel like a shadow again.

A quiet ghost moving through ruins and alleys: Yuu of RUDE BOYS.

Always dressed like the streets raised him:

A red layered shirt rumpled under a patched olive jacket, its sleeves frayed and decorated with deep indigo patches.

Loose black pants brushed his shins, tucked into worn black boots.

He looked like a painting half-forgotten in the corners of Tokyo.

And yet, he moved like smoke, hard to hold, easy to remember.

It started on a rooftop.

You chased down a bike thief through alleyways until your lungs burned, the kid scrambling up a rusted fire escape like a rat.

When you got up there, ready to drag him by the collar.

He was already on the ground.

Yuu stood over him, hands deep in his pockets, face unreadable.

“Took your time,” he said in a low murmur.

You blinked. “I had it handled.”

He glanced at you, eyes lazy but sharp. “Sure.”

Then he walked past you.

His patched coat fluttered slightly in the rooftop wind.

That should’ve been the end.

But somehow, it wasn’t.

You kept seeing him.

Everywhere.

Under bridges where graffiti whispered gang names.

Outside convenience stores.

On rooftops again, always rooftops.

And he kept talking to you, like you were some puzzle he liked to unsolve.

Never loud.

Never with full smiles.

Just a small tug at his lips, a flicker of amusement in his dark eyes.

“You stare a lot,” he once said as you passed each other on a rainy street.

You rolled your eyes. “Because you dress like a collapsed thrift shop.”

Yuu only shrugged. “Better than looking like a borrowed legacy.”

That stung.

Because it was true.

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You didn’t expect him to show up when you got jumped.

But he did.

Three guys from an anti-RUDE gang caught you near the warehouses. They fought dirty, one with a bat, another with a knife.

You fought back harder, but one cut along your ribs made your knees go weak.

Just as the knife rose again.

A blur of red and olive stormed in.

Yuu didn’t yell.

He didn’t rage.

He just moved.

Precise. Ruthless.

Like he was built from silence and instinct.

When the last guy ran limping, Yuu turned to you.

His patched coat was streaked with dust, his eyes scanning your wound.

“You bleed too easy.”

“I save the hard bleeding for special occasions,” you grunted.

Yuu crouched beside you, pulling fabric from his inner pocket.

Pressed it gently against your side.

“Why…” you muttered, “Why do you keep showing up?”

He tilted his head, black hair curling over one eye.

“Because you matter.”

“To Cobra?” you asked bitterly.

He stared at you, unmoving.

“No. To me.”

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Back at the Sannoh hangout, Cobra paced like a storm while you got patched up.

“Why didn’t you call backup?”

“I didn’t think I’d need it,” you grumbled.

Yuu leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, red shirt still rumpled from the scuffle.

Cobra glared at him.

“You again.”

Yuu didn’t flinch. “He was bleeding.”

“Still not your business.”

You cut in. “It is if he saved my life.”

Cobra’s jaw tightened but he looked away.

You looked at Yuu.

And for once, you saw something behind his eyes.

Not just calm, but concern.

Like he hadn’t moved on from that alley fight in his head yet.

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Night fell soft and slow a few days later.

You found yourself wandering the border of RUDE BOYS’ turf.

Maybe looking for trouble.

Maybe looking for him.

And there he was.

Leaning against a railing, one boot propped up, moonlight flickering over the patched shoulder of his coat.

“Lost?” he asked without turning.

“Maybe,” you replied.

He looked over his shoulder. “You always chase ghosts?”

You stood beside him.

Your elbow brushed his.

“Only ones that matter.”

He didn’t smile. But his eyes softened.

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

“That I’m already yours.”

You choked a little. “What?”

“You think I keep showing up for anyone?”

His voice was a whisper, but it shook you more than any shout could.

You looked down at his hand.

Scarred knuckles. Fingers rough from climbing ruins.

Your hand reached out before you could think.

When your fingers brushed, he didn’t pull away.

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You kissed him behind the ruin of an old vending machine.

Cans rusted. City buzzing in the dark.

His lips were dry but warm.

Familiar. Like you already knew them.

His coat smelled of earth and wind.

His breath was slow, calm, just like him.

It wasn’t perfect.

You were both shaking.

But it was real.

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People talked.

RUDE BOYS and Sannoh weren’t supposed to mix.

But you weren’t just gangs.

You were two kids who found peace in ruins.

Yuu never changed for you.

He still wore that oversized patched jacket, the deep red shirt like dried roses, and those wide pants that brushed his black boots.

Still quiet. Still cutting.

But sometimes, he’d lean his head on your shoulder.

And in those moments,

you felt more alive than you ever had fighting beside Cobra.

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In the end, it wasn’t about the turf.

Or the gangs.

Or the rules.

It was about a boy with ruin in his smile.

And another with fire in his chest.

And how they found each other

in a city

that never really stopped burning.

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Pi grew quieter.

Not distant—

just deeper into himself.

You still painted.

He still watched.

But the silences lengthened,

as though something heavy had entered his lungs.

You wanted to ask,

but you didn’t know how.

And Pi didn’t offer.

Until one night,

he arrived late to the mural—

eyes rimmed red, hands scraped raw.

You didn't ask what happened.

You just handed him a brush.

And in silence, he painted beside you.

Color on top of ash.

Hope shaped like wings.

Then finally—

as the moon leaned low—

he said,

“Smoky’s coughing more.”

It explained everything.

The tension in his jaw.

The ghost in his gaze.

The way he looked at you like you might vanish,

too.

You stepped closer.

Close enough that the cold stopped touching you.

Close enough that your breath joined his in the air.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said.

He didn’t answer.

But he didn’t step back.

Instead,

his forehead met your shoulder—

lightly, like a bow without words.

And the silence between you

became

safety.

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“Took you long enough,” he teased, patting the spot next to him.

You sat down, nudging his shoulder. “Sorry, I had to make sure Yuu and Takeshi weren’t following me again.”

Pi laughed, a soft, genuine sound. “Good. I wanted this day to be just us.”

And it really was. For the next hour, it felt like the world paused for the two of you. You talked about silly things—like how Pi thought cats secretly ruled the world—and deeper things too, like dreams and fears you hadn’t shared with anyone else.

At one point, Pi leaned his head against your shoulder. “You know... I like this. Just being here with you. No Yuu being loud, no Takeshi dragging us into a fight. Just... peace.”

You hesitated, then rested your head gently on top of his. “Me too.”

The quiet stretched between you like a warm blanket. Pi looked up at you, eyes soft. “Hey... you’re not gonna run off if I say something cheesy, right?”

“I’ll stay. Say it.”

He chuckled, looking a bit bashful for once. “I think you’re my favorite person, y’know? I feel calm when I’m with you. Safe.”

You swallowed, heart beating too loud in your chest. “Funny... I was about to say the same thing.”

Before anything else could be said, a loud yell echoed from the street below.

“PI! READER! Are you up there?!”

It was Yuu’s voice. Takeshi’s followed. “Don’t think you can hide from us forever!”

Pi groaned dramatically, burying his face in your shoulder. “Nooo. They found us.”

You laughed, pulling him a little closer. “Let’s stay a bit longer. They can wait.”

“Yeah,” Pi murmured, smiling. “Let’s just be here... a little while more.”

And for a little while, the rooftop belonged only to the two of you. Just you and Pi. Just peace. Just quiet. Just love.

University Boltverse — Chapter 1: Wrong Class, Right Person

Cobra × Inei

(grumpy x sunshine dynamic and subtle protective vibes)

Cobra sat stiffly at the back of the lecture hall, arms crossed, trying not to let the dull drone of the Public Administration professor get to him. The last thing he wanted was to be here, but this was the first step if he wanted to lead the Hoodlum Squad into a better future.

He scanned the room with a quiet scowl, noting the usual mix of students half-listening, half-pretending to take notes. The only sound that truly caught his attention was the soft tap of hurried footsteps at the door.

The door swung open, and a bright figure stumbled in, cheeks flushed and eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. Inei.

Inei was the exact opposite of Cobra: an energetic splash of color against the dull monotony of the class. Their smile was like a sudden burst of sunshine on a cloudy day. But what really got to Cobra was how unapologetically themselves they were—non-binary, confident in their own way, with a streak of mischief hiding behind that cheerful facade.

The professor barely glanced at them before muttering, “You’re in the wrong class.”

“I’m so sorry!” Inei said, cheeks reddening even more as they fumbled with their books. “I was looking for Creative Writing, but this room looked… interesting.”

Cobra wanted to roll his eyes, but instead, he found himself leaning forward just enough to catch their words.

“Well,” the professor continued, “if you’re going to stay, you might as well pay attention.”

Inei gave a small, grateful smile, pulled out a notebook, and sat down two seats away from Cobra. As the lecture resumed, Cobra noticed Inei doodling in the margins of their notebook—bright sketches that didn’t fit the serious tone of the class.

Cobra’s usual irritation softened a fraction. They were an odd one, but somehow, that made the day feel a little less heavy.

During the break, Cobra was packing up when Inei tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey,” they said brightly. “You’re in Public Administration, right?”

Cobra nodded, raising a brow.

“I’m actually doing Child Development, but I thought maybe I could sit in on this sometimes? It looks… intense, and I like hearing about leadership stuff.”

Cobra frowned, trying to hide how intrigued he was. Most people avoided this class because it was dry and filled with bureaucratic jargon.

“Why?” he asked, voice rough but curious.

Inei shrugged, flipping a page in their notebook. “I like learning how people work together. And leaders like you? You seem like you know what you’re doing.”

That surprised him enough to pause.

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” he said quickly, trying to sound gruff. “I’m just here because I have to be.”

Inei smiled wider, clearly unimpressed by his grumpiness.

“You’re kind of adorable when you’re annoyed.”

Cobra blinked, caught off guard.

“Whatever,” he muttered, brushing past them. But even as he left the classroom, a small part of him hoped Inei would keep showing up.

Classes went by in a blur, but throughout the day, Cobra kept catching glimpses of Inei. They were everywhere—talking to friends with effortless charm, doodling in their notebooks, laughing at jokes no one else seemed to get.

Later that afternoon, rain started falling softly as Cobra headed toward the campus library. He was lost in his thoughts about budget proposals and community meetings when a familiar voice called out.

“Cobra! Wait up!”

Inei was jogging to catch up, their umbrella forgotten in the rush. Cobra sighed, knowing he shouldn’t get involved, but when Inei brushed against his sleeve, he didn’t pull away.

“You left your umbrella,” Cobra said gruffly, handing it over.

“Thanks! You’re a lifesaver,” Inei said, eyes sparkling.

The rain wasn’t heavy, but it was enough to force them to share the small umbrella as they walked together.

“So,” Inei began, “what made you choose Public Administration?”

Cobra glanced sideways, hesitant.

“I want to make a difference where it counts,” he said quietly. “Not just fight on the streets but change things from the inside.”

Inei nodded thoughtfully. “That’s cool. I want to help kids grow up strong and safe. Maybe that’s why I’m in Child Development.”

Their words hung between them, the rain tapping rhythmically on the umbrella like a quiet soundtrack to something new beginning.

That night, Cobra found himself replaying the day’s events in his head. Inei’s sunshine wasn’t something he was used to, but maybe, just maybe, it was something he needed.

Because for the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel alone.

End of Chapter 1

Rooftop Secrets – Inei comforts Cobra when he’s overwhelmed.

The Grump Melts – Cobra finally confesses—with blushes.

Boltverse(University) Masterlist

University Boltverse — Chapter 2: Coffee & Rainy Days

Cobra × Inei

(grumpy × sunshine dynamic)

The next morning, the campus was wrapped in a gentle drizzle, the soft patter of rain tapping against windows and the pavement. Cobra wasn’t thrilled about the wet weather, but it gave him a good excuse to grab a coffee before his early lecture.

As he stepped into the small campus café, the warm scent of roasted beans and sweet pastries immediately cut through the damp chill. The bell above the door jingled softly as he pushed inside, eyes narrowing through the steam of his own breath.

That’s when he saw Inei, sitting at the corner table, head bent over a notebook, scribbling furiously.

Cobra froze for a moment. What was Inei doing here? Was this some kind of coincidence or planned?

Before he could decide, Inei looked up, caught his eye, and grinned like they’d just spotted sunshine breaking through the clouds.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite grump,” Inei teased, closing the notebook with a flourish.

Cobra tried to scowl but failed. “You’re everywhere.”

Inei patted the seat across from them. “Come sit. We have a study date now.”

Cobra hesitated, but the warmth of the café and Inei’s bright presence was surprisingly inviting. He slid into the chair with a reluctant grunt.

“What are you working on?” Cobra asked, nodding at the notebook.

“Child Development project,” Inei said, eyes sparkling. “It’s about community support for at-risk youth. Thought it might help with your Public Administration stuff, too.”

Cobra glanced down, impressed despite himself. Inei’s neat handwriting circled important points, accompanied by colorful doodles of smiling kids and trees.

“Not bad,” he muttered.

Their banter was light but easy, and before long, they were deep in conversation—debating ideas, sharing notes, and laughing at silly jokes neither wanted to admit they enjoyed.

Outside, the rain thickened, drumming against the windows like a steady heartbeat.

“I should probably get going,” Cobra said reluctantly after an hour.

Inei grabbed his arm. “Stay a little longer? I brought snacks.”

Cobra looked down at the small paper bag with a smirk. “You planned this.”

“Maybe,” Inei admitted with a playful wink.

They shared the snacks between sips of coffee, and the cozy warmth of the café felt like a bubble shielding them from the world outside.

Later that week, the rain returned with a vengeance, flooding the sidewalks and sending students scrambling for cover. Cobra was halfway across campus, textbook clutched under his jacket, when he spotted Inei standing under a narrow awning, drenched and looking helpless.

“Oi,” Cobra called, quickening his pace.

Inei looked up, eyes wide. “I wasn’t expecting this much rain.”

Cobra pulled his jacket off without thinking and draped it over Inei’s shoulders.

“You’re going to catch a cold,” he said gruffly.

Inei shivered but smiled warmly. “Thanks. You’re not so bad for a grump.”

They moved together under the small shelter until the rain eased. The silence stretched between them—comfortable, filled with something unspoken.

When it stopped, Cobra offered his arm. “Come on. I’ll walk you back.”

They navigated puddles and dripping trees, sharing quiet jokes and stories. Cobra found himself laughing, the sound low and rare.

“Inei,” he said suddenly, voice softer than usual. “Thanks for sticking around.”

Inei bumped his shoulder gently. “You’re welcome. Someone’s got to keep you from turning into a full-time grouch.”

Cobra smirked. “Don’t push your luck.”

That evening, back in his small dorm room, Cobra found a folded piece of paper tucked inside his notebook. On it was a drawing—simple but full of life—a stick figure with wild hair and a crooked grin, holding an umbrella under pouring rain.

Underneath, in bright letters, it read: “For when the world gets too grey.”

Cobra stared at the drawing longer than he wanted to admit. A slow warmth spread in his chest, chasing away a loneliness he hadn’t realized was there.

The next day, at their usual spot under the oak tree on campus, Cobra found Inei already waiting, their notebook open and pen in hand.

“You’re early,” he grunted.

Inei shrugged with a smile. “Can’t wait to get back to the best study partner.”

They fell into an easy rhythm—sketching plans for their joint projects, sharing insights, and teasing each other with gentle jabs.

During a pause, Inei glanced up and said softly, “You don’t have to carry everything alone, you know.”

Cobra’s jaw clenched. “I don’t need help.”

“But you want it,” Inei countered gently.

Cobra looked away, the stubborn wall around him cracking just enough.

“Maybe,” he admitted.

Inei reached over and touched his hand lightly.

“Then let me be part of your fight.”

Over the next few weeks, their accidental meetings turned intentional. Coffee dates became study sessions, and study sessions became moments of quiet understanding.

Cobra found himself looking forward to Inei’s sunshine—even on the days when he wanted to be left alone.

One rainy afternoon, as thunder rolled over campus, they sat huddled in the library, textbooks open but attention drifting.

Inei looked up, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re not as scary as you pretend to be.”

Cobra snorted. “I’m plenty scary.”

“Maybe,” Inei grinned. “But I like scary.”

Cobra’s lips twitched into a rare smile.

The rain outside softened to a drizzle, but inside, something between them was growing stronger—something neither of them wanted to ignore.

And as the campus lights flickered on, casting long shadows over the emptying halls, Cobra realized that maybe, just maybe, having Inei in his life wasn’t a mistake after all.

He never answered,

but he’d be there.

Always.

Until one evening, you turned around—

brush tucked behind your ear,

fingers stained in blue—

and he was beside you.

Not across the street.

Not beneath shadows.

Close.

You flinched.

He didn’t.

“Why do you color this place?” he asked.

His voice—

It was wind and metal,

a low murmur shaped by smoke and sorrow.

You looked at the wall,

at the phoenix blooming across brick and decay.

“Because someone should remind the concrete that it used to dream.”

He nodded. Once.

Then walked away.

The next day, he was there again.

Not watching.

Helping.

He didn’t speak much,

but he handed you colors before you asked.

Held the ladder when the wind tried to fight.

Shared his food without a word,

a dented bento with rice and something that might’ve been hope.

It wasn’t friendship yet.

It wasn’t love.

But it was something.

And in a city like this,

something was rare.

You learned little about him—

only that his hands moved like they’d held grief.

That he smiled rarely,

but when he did,

it was soft,

like fog clinging to windowpanes at dawn.

He never gave you his name.

So you gave him one:

“Smoke.”

He didn’t correct you.

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“I respect many things. Drama isn’t one of them.”

“You married me,” Mirai fired back, smirking.

Sansan suddenly popped up, holding two conditioners. “Okay, team! I need a hydration miracle and a vibe check. Let’s go!”

Hyuga muttered, “What happened to the quiet phase?”

“There was never a quiet phase,” Mirai said fondly. “He was born with jazz hands.”

Scene 2: Catwalk Lessons — Hyuga Style

Later, in the back of the club where the mirrors were wall to wall, Sansan strutted like he was auditioning for Paris Fashion Week.

Mirai clapped proudly. “Yaaaas, baby! Give it to ‘em!”

“Walk like the world owes you!” Sansan said, spinning with flair.

Hyuga stood in the corner with arms crossed. “You know how to walk. But can you run in those platform boots when things get messy?”

Sansan stuck out his tongue. “Papa, these boots were made for slaying, not running.”

“You can slay and still know how to survive,” Hyuga said, walking over. “Try this—stance low, feet apart. If someone swings—”

Mirai laughed as Hyuga guided Sansan into a fight-ready pose in his glitter crop top and silver boots. “Only our family teaches runway combat.”

Sansan’s eyes gleamed. “This is giving… Fierce Fighter Femme. I love it.”

Scene 3: Home Spa & Real Talk

That night, Mirai had the face masks out. Sansan had cucumber slices over his eyes, while Hyuga tried not to grumble under his own mud mask.

“Papa,” Sansan said suddenly, voice softer. “Do you think I’m too much?”

Hyuga pulled off his mask slowly. “Too much for who?”

“I dunno. I get weird looks sometimes. Even some gang kids side-eye me. Like I’m not man enough or I’m just... funny to laugh at.”

Mirai took his hand immediately. “Baby, you are everything. You hear me?”

Hyuga’s voice was serious. “Being bold takes guts. You walk like you rule the world. That’s not ‘too much.’ That’s powerful.”

Sansan’s eyes watered, but he blinked it back with a smile. “Y’all are so dramatic. I love it.”

Epilogue: The Trio

The next day, the three of them walked down the street like a power squad:

Mirai in killer heels,

Hyuga in black leather and quiet menace,

Sansan in glittery sunglasses and a hot pink bomber jacket that said “ICON” in rhinestones.

Someone whispered as they passed: “Is that… a family?”

Sansan smirked. “The family.”

And Mirai and Hyuga smiled, flanking their diva-in-the-making like royal guards.

Because when you raise a star, you better shine too.

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Want more? I can write a mini arc where Hyuga teaches Sansan how to defend himself in style—or maybe Mirai takes him shopping and chaos ensues?