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Takemichi:

(Let's be honest, the man wouldn't even faze you. He'd be flying before he could even think about being aggressive, but for fictional purposes...)

With your best friend left in quite the state, reality exposed the severe escalation of possible danger in his plan of bringing Kisaki down. Ever since Takemichi met with Hina's dad, the poor boy became lifeless. He was given no choice, but to leave Hina for the sake of her safety and despite his opposition, this was best decision at the moment and you hoped things would get better soon, so the two can reunite freely.

They were a beautiful match. She was the half your best friend needed to balance himself, but now, Takemichi was left unbalanced. You were helpless in comforting your friend with simple back rubs and say everything would be okay.

"I understand why you're in this state, however, she'll take you back if you explain everything."

"These bumps and bruises prove otherwise," he comments with a dead tone, referring to the beating Hina gave him after breaking up with her.

"Just let it go, Y/N. You know what Mr. Tachibana said and he's right. I don't want to drag Hina into this mess."

"But, she's the whole reason you're in this mess, not saying it's her fault by the way. Maybe if you told Hina about what's going on, you wouldn't have such a hard time."

"You honestly think she'd believe me if I went up to her saying, 'Oh, hey. Just so you know, I'm a time leaper and you die in the future, but I'm trying to save you, so please understand where I'm coming from.'"

He glared at you as if you said the stupidest thing in the entirety of human history.

"She'd hate even more if I told her."

"So, you're just going to give her up? You both were meant for each other and now, we understand Kisaki is behind all of this. We know his motive. All we have to do is take him out of picture, but it's going to be very difficult, especially since they used be friends. If we don't Hina the truth, well-- you know. Just, bro, you never know unless you try."

He just rolls his eyes in annoyance.

"Just drop it, Y/N."

"No! This is Hina, we're talking about, Takemichi! The girl you've set your heart on! I know how you are and you're not the type of person to give up on those he cares about! Remember, we have each other! We can do this together, if we tried, bro! Maybe we could tell her together and if she knew the future, it'd be easier to save her! Knowing her, she would at least try to be a bit understanding--"

"Are you stupid?!" He yelled out, causing you to jump.

Takemichi began to get a little aggressive, getting closer to your face.

"After everything I've done, you're going to expect me to simply allow the love of my life, the reason of me being here, to involve herself in the very mess I'm trying to keep her out of?! You must f*cking high because you obviously forgot the whole purpose of me time-leaping here!"

His face, full of anger and irritation, was inches away from your's as your poor ears had to endure his tone.

He motioned to push his bleached hair back, but with his face so close to yours, you reacted differently.

Flinching your head down, preparing yourself for a hit with your eyes closed, but after a few moments of nothing, you open your eyes to see a hurt Takemichi, worried and confused.

"Y/N. D-Did you think I wa--?"

"I-I did-- Well, you know how I-- you know? I mean, it's n-not wha-- Uhm." You nervously chuckled as you struggled to explain to him your reaction.

You looked down ashamed, afraid to look at him, only to be engulfed in a warm embrace.

"I'm so, so, so sorry," he whispered through tears. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Responding back, you hug him back, finding comfort in your childhood friend's embrace.

"It's cool. You were simply frustrated and rightfully so. It's my fault for being inconsiderate of your feelings."

"No, you weren't being inconsiderate. You were just trying to help and I just lashed my emotions out on you. The last thing I need is for you to feel unsafe with your own friends, especially me."

With a sigh, he pulled away from the hug. His hands remained on your shoulders as he contemplated for a few moments.

"I'll talk to Hina. I just need time."

"You didn't have to. It was just a suggesti‐‐"

"No, you have a point. Maybe if she knew Kisaki's motive, it'd be easier for her to avoid him, but I just...I need to conjure some sort of plan that wouldn't go down the drain in an instant," he nervously chuckled.

You chuckled up a smile and lightly punched his shoulder.

"That's fine, bro. Just hopefully Hina isn't worrying too much of her crybaby of an ex," you remarked.

"Hey!"

"Oop- did I say that out loud?"

Mikey:

Your suspicion of Kisaki had increased with every passing day since he's joined. The uneasiness radiating off of him and the discomfort in Takemichi's stance could be easily sensed by anyone. You could tell everyone in Toman hasn't fully set their hearts to Mikey's decision, which differentiates the various times Mikey's decision only made them stronger.

Baji's death was your last straw in enduring Kisaki's antics and you have finally decided to discuss matters with Mikey. Leaving your small studio, you later decided to go over to the Sano abode, greeting his grandfather and Emma before going to Mikey's shack-- previously Shinichiro's--outside his grandfather's dojo.

You knock on the door to be greeted by a tired Mikey with doriyaki in his mouth. He tilts his head in confusion, wondering why you're presence was behind his door. You smile nervously before he shows you to come in.

"There was something I wanted to talk to you about. Hopefully, you can hear me out."

With doriyaki being lazily held by his lips, he shrugged with his normal nonchalant expression and sat you both down on his couch.

"Uhm, babe, I know it's not the right time, but I-- Uhm..." you hesitantly acknowledged.

He furrows his eyebrows, confused. Though highly fearful of your upcoming words, you knew it would be best to just rip the bandaid off.

"I came to suggest Kisaki to be fired from Toman."

His expression was unreadable, yet you could understand he was upset.

"Why?" He asked, slightly irritated.

Taking his tone in, you could not handle your suppressed emotions.

"I mean think about it. Up until now, everything in Toman had been fine. But once Kisaki came in, everything went haywire. Baji left, Kazutora came back, Valhalla wanted a match, I mean, do you not get a certain feeling from him?"

Yanking his doriyaki out of his mouth, he snarled a response.

"Are you saying I'm incapable of making good decisions?"

"What? That's not it at all!"

"Then, what is it?!" He exclaims.

"It was a suggestion! No, a plea! You know I don't ask anything of you, but right now, I at least would want you to stay away from him!" You explain.

"But, Pah-chin, babe! He promised to bail him out," he states.

"I know, but how in the hell can a 13 year-old manage to get a whole juvenile out of jail, Mikey?!"

As the partner of Toman's invincible commander and the mature one of the relationship, you've grown to realize that Mikey listens to people who are straight-forward with him. Usually, once you state your case, he'd listen to you and take your input into consideration. However, he seemed incredibly agitated at your statement and his eyes narrowed--similarly to a kitten's--in pure fury.

He stood in anger with you following, attempting to calm him down.

"So, you want Pah-chin to stay in juvie?! Is that it?!"

"Don't even go there, Manjiro!" You scold. Hearing his birth name had Mikey realize how serious you had become.

"You know everyone in Toman is the only family I have and you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you guys! In fact, I had only agreed to allow Kisaki in Toman for you! For you, Manjiro! I tolerated his bullsh*t, not for Toman, not for myself, but for you!"

"Then, why do you want him out?!"

"Because he killed Baji, Manjiro!" You yelled, catching him off-guard.

"Think about it! The whole time we were fighting Valhalla, Baji's main target was Kisaki! Even on his death bed, he told Takemichi that he's the enemy! Babe, even Takemichi had to speak up on his behalf!"

"What the hell does he have to do with Baji's death?!"

"He's the reason Baji left in the first place! Baji knew going after Kisaki as a fellow Toman member would dishonor you, giving him no choice but to join Valhalla! Had Kisaki not joined Toman, Baji probably would've still been here!"

"So, you're blaming me for my best friend's death?!"

"No, I'm saying that he's got something under his sleeve to manipulate you! For example, Moebius' Osanai is terrified of the dude! A full-grown man and a former gang leader is afraid of a f*cking child! A child, babe! Can't you see?! He's using you for something, Manjiro! He's trying to weaken you!"

"Now, you think I'm weak?!" He exclaimed.

"Stop putting words in my mouth! All I'm saying is that we've lost enough and leaving him in Toman is not only going to destroy the sole purpose of this group, but it could endanger and probably influence you in the wrong direction!"

"Who in the hell do you think you are, degrading my authority of this gang?!" he exclaimed.

"Mikey, I wasn't trying to degr--"

"No, you were. You thought I couldn't handle my own gang, didn't you?"

With every word spoken from his mouth spewed a venomous intention as he walked toward you causing you to move back with your backside eventually hitting the wall.

"No! It's nothing like that! I was just worried about you and Toman and I didn't want Kisaki t--!" you tried to defend.

"Shut up!" he shouted while punching the wall behind you, causing you to flinch and shriek as a reflex. With your hands in a defensive position, Mikey's narrowed eyes then widened once more, softening seeing the fear and shock on your face. Neglecting the pain coming from the joints in his fist, he softly caressed your cheek with the same hand.

"B-Baby?"

You jolted at the touch, but remained still. You took a deep breath, faking a smile and pretended to melt into his touch even though he felt how bad you were shaking and how tense your figure became from his touch. With tears glossing your eyes, you forced a reassuring smile.

"I'm fine, bub. I'll be okay. J-Just caught me off guard. S-Sorry for upsetting you. I'll be going. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

Your cracked tone and glossy eyes made it so much more painful for him to watch. His baby thought they were in danger... from HIM. Attempting to hide your tears, you were rushing to leave, only for your waist and arms to be held in a firm grip by young yet powerful arms. Frozen and tense, you were left afraid and nervous of what were to possibly happen. However, the harsh and aggressive tone you were expecting was replaced by a soothing melody of your boyfriend's voice.

"Don't leave, please. I-I don't want to lose someone again, p-please. I didn't mean to be mean to you."

Your figure shakes in fear as silent sobs made your entire body tremble. That alone had your boyfriend tear up as well.

"P-Please look at me, Y/N."

Though hesitant, you turned around to face your lover with your head low, trying to hide your depressed state. With his fingertips touching your chin to motion you to look at him, you flinch once more as you both make eye contact, displaying the vulnerability within you both. Kissing your nose, he hugs you tenderly as you sob in his shoulder with him petting your head. Weak in your knees, you both drop to the floor while in each other's embrace, letting both of your emotions flow. After a few moments of sentiment, he pulls away, caressing your face with such grace, and wipes your tears.

"Do you want doriyaki? Ken-chin brought some over. You can have the last one."

Although it may seem very childish to others, Mikey isn't used to being vulnerable in front of others. He's had his moments with you, but it's a long process. Knowing Mikey since young, you've grown to understand that doriyaki is a gift he simply doesn't hand out, but it's a product of pure sincerity and genuine apologies. With your tears still spilling, you let out a broken chuckle.

"Alright, Manjiro."

Draken

Today had been an incredibly long day for both you and your older brother, Ken. He had came home from a Toman meeting after Emma's funeral and would simply want to sleep to rest his head. You both weren't technically siblings, but you both considered yourselves as such since you were raised in the same brothel.

You just came home after an "argument" with your boyfriend and was all patched up. Crappy bandaging covered your neck and foundation and concealor were basically caked onto your face. Refusing to say a word to anyone, you finished setting up your brother's plate from the take-out one of the employees ordered for you and your brother. While he was changing, you went into his room and approached your brother with the food, only for his hand to stop you in your place.

"No, not today, Y/N."

"But, you haven't eaten all day today," you softly whispered.

"I ate after the meeting," he said without looking at you.

"Liar. Please eat, Ken. You can hate and ignore me after. Just please eat, K--"

"No!!" He yelled. You jumped at the sudden burst. He turns to you with such hatred and anger to which you could not fathom.

"I don't think you understand the kind of day I've had, Y/N. I lost the one girl I've had my heart set on, I had a long meeting with the gang, and to top it off, I have to deal with your BS once more! And what's up with the make-up, huh?! You trying to impress that sissy little boyfriend of your's?! You want to end up like those hoes?! Huh?!"

He kept backing you up until you were against his door frame, trembling in fear of this foreign man that was supposed to be your brother.

"Is that what you are?! A hoe?!"

His hand was aggressively pointing to you, open-handedly right near your face, but not touching it with no intentional harm. Yet, your reflexes thought otherwise.

Dropping his plate, you lifted your arms to defend yourself from the potential harm that you awaited, not caring if the shards from the glass cut you. With eyes glossy and closed, you trembled before your brother, not really paying attention to your surroundings.

After a minute of silence, you felt fingers touching the raw skin of your neck. Your eyes popped open as you immediately tried to cover up your skin with your bandages. You made eye contact with Ken and saw his expression become more aggravated yet soft and almost broken.

"W-What the hell is that on your neck?" He stuttered.

"N-Nothing," you answered.

Not believing you, he almost immediately forcefully removed your bandages to see a variation of hickeys, bruises and fingerprints covering almost the entire layer of skin. You could barely see your natural skin color anymore.

His jaw tightened as he stared at your condition for a few moments before leaving his room. In a panic, you follow.

"Wait! Where are you going?! Ken!"

He ignored your cries of his name as he made his through the halls, disregarding the squeaks and squeals of the women he pushed aside to go to one of the employees' dressing room. Bursting through the door, there were shrieks of surprise from Ken's intrusion. It was quite obvious there must've been a client and employee "discussing business", although your brother really could've cared less. Still in an angered state, he came back out with make up wipes before slamming the door shut. He instantly began to wipe your foundation and concealor off.

"K-Ken! Wait! S-Stop!!"

Ignoring your pleas, he continued to remove the make up quite aggressively, considering the tremendous amount you've applied. You winced and flinched at every contact towards your face until your bruises and cracked lips finally appeared. That sight alone caused your brother to step back in shock and drop the wipes with tears brimming his eyes.

You had panda eyes (a term referred to big black eyes on both sides, so bruised and swollen, that it'd resemble a panda) and your cheeks had large portions colored in purple, blue and bits of yellow. Your bottom was busted open and very swollen. It was almost impressive seeing how you managed to hide all those wounds with make up.

After hearing the commotion, the employees and the manager came to see what the fuss was about, including the employee in the dressing room your brother intruded.

"What the f*ck was that for Ke-- Oh sh*t. Y/N?" The woman asks from her dressing room door frame.

Her client even came out to see and they were all shocked to see you, a young child, covered in bruises and wounds with your brother shakily caressing your face. Tears fell from his eyes, similar to waterfalls, as he struggled to find the words to say.

"D-Did that bastard do this? And do not lie to me, Y/N! What did he do?!"

Being weakened by your brother's vulnerable state, you sobbed in front of him with his hands gently holding your face and your hands on his wrists. You couldn't resist the urge to let go, letting your emotions flow as you testified of your current relationship with your so-called boyfriend.

"Onii-chan. H-He was very angry. I-I told him t-that we had to attend a funeral, so I wasn't going to be able to go on our date today," you managed to get out.

Your hiccups and sniffles made the struggle much more difficult, yet you still had so much to say and your brother was very eager to listen.

"B-Bu-- But, he didn't care! He didn't care that we lost Emma-chan!" You yelled in his embrace.

"When did he do this?"

"After the funeral. When you were with the boys, he found me walking home and dragged me to his place a-and he-- He--" your hiccups got worse as your lungs clenched for oxygen.

"Breathe, bubba. Take your time. What did he do?"

"H-He yelled at me and-- Well, w-we started f-fighting. B-But, then he ripped my clothes a-and-- and-- He di-- He--"

No longer able in need of an explanation, he just embraced you tightly in his hold as you screamed in agony into his chest, allowing your emotions to flow. Everyone around you burned with hatred and empathy as the scene unfold.

As angry as Ken and the entire building became, they knew your physical and mental being came first.

After your emotional rant with your face soaked in tears, your brother engulfed you in the warmest hug you've ever received from him. You melted into his touch as your emotions began to calm down and fatigue overcame you. He carried you back to your room and tucked you in before tending to your wounds. He changed your clothes to more comfortable clothes, revealing more bruises and injuries.

Refraining himself from going ballistic, he continued to tend to you, hand-feeding you, a ritual you both picked up when one sibling was taking care of the other. Once he was done and you were knocked out cold, he then left your room, shutting your door.

"Don't worry, little sis. Big brother is going to make sure you never get hurt again." He then called Mikey and the other division captains stating how they may need to attend another funeral.

Mitsuya

Worry and concern cannot even describe the emotions running through your head. For weeks on end, your beloved boyfriend locked himself in his room, refusing to leave nor eat. Mana and Luna began to grow weary of their brother as he neglected his responsibility as an older sibling.

Ever since the death of Draken reached everyone's ears, Toman's members haven't been the same, especially Mitsuya, his Dragon Twin. With the Youth Fashion Show coming up, Mitsuya had been overworking himself, avoiding any form of social interaction. Finally fed up, you decided to confront him about his condition.

"Darling? May I have a word with you?"

With his back facing the door, he continued to work on his pieces.

"Not now, love. I'm busy," he says nonchalantly.

You sigh as you sat yourself next to him.

His stubble decorated his face handsomely, but it showed the lack of self-care and motivation inside of him. Moving his uneven bangs away from his face unto the back of his ear, you plant a kiss on his cheek only for him to flinch away in irritation.

"What by 'not now' do you not understand?" He says harshly.

"I was jus--"

"I'm busy right now, Y/N, meaning I do not have time for your shenanigans. If you want to be bothersome, please leave and bother someone else."

Offended, you angrily stood up with your blood boiling.

"Okay, you know what?! That's it! What the hell is wrong with you, Takashi?!"

No answer.

"When are you going to let go of your stupid pride and let the girls, let me, take care of you?! Whenever Mana or Luna even step for in here, you scold them and throw objects back at them! Seriously, Takashi! What the hell is your problem?!"

Standing up to meet you eye-to-eye, his eyes darkened in fury as he made eye contact with you.

"Well, my apologies if I wanted some alone time," he sarcastically commented.

"Oh! So, these past few weeks weren't enough for you?! That's all we've been doing, Takashi! Other than trying to feed you, what have we been doing?! Leaving you alone!"

"Well, if you have a problem with that, there's the door! Now if you excuse me, I still need to finish these piece!" He exclaimed.

"For what?! For yourself?! For the girls?! For Toman?! For what, Takashi?! Tell me!"

"You wouldn't understand, Y/N!"

"Then, help me understand, babe! I want to understand, but I can't if you don't tell me what's going on!"

He remains silent as he turns back towards you.

"This isn't what Draken would've wanted!"

"Draken's dead! He's dead!" He aggressively reminded you.

"I know he told you pursue fashion, but it was because you were happy and healthy. And if anything, you're neither! You're literally skin and bones and you refuse to allow anyone to help you or mourn with you!" You argued.

"I do not need your pity, Y/N," he snarled in a dangerously soft voice.

"This has nothing to do with 'pity', Takashi! This has to do with me trying to watch out for my beloved boyfriend and his well-being! I know you're not over his death, but you know this isn't what he would've wanted, regardless if he was here or not."

Motioning his hand upward, it was in the perfect position for a slap. Flinching, you awaited the impact on your cheek until...

"No! Don't do it, onii-chan!"

Looking back, you saw the two little girls running to your aid, hugging your legs. You realized you had forgotten to close the door, meaning the two younger ones probably heard everything. Their eyes spilled tears galore, creating such a heart-wrenching scene in front of the male.

"Don't huwt, Y/N-chan! You meanie Onii-chan!" Mana cried.

"Please, don't, Nii-chan," Luna begged through her tears.

Frozen in his spot, he felt speechless and helpless in what to do. You embraced the two young toddlers and carried them, one on each arm. Mana held your cheeks in her adorable little baby hands with her eyes teary with concern.

"Did Nii-chan hit Y/N-chan?" The young child asked.

You simply chuckled at her cute nature and smiled reassuringly.

"No, he didn't. He just saw a bug on my neck."

"Did he scare you?" Luna asked.

"A bit, but Nii-chan would never hurt me or you two," you state with a slight giggle.

Although the two girls fell for your smile, Mitsuya understood you well enough to know you felt terrified and shook violently from the fear, but refused to show the two toddlers.

"Okay, Onii-chan is tired, so let's get some ice cream before it's time to sleep," you suggested.

"Okay!" The two gleefully answered in unison. Shutting his door, you blew a sigh of relief from the intense incident, not realizing the male behind the door is bawling in guilt.

"I'm sorry, my love. I'll make it up to you, soon. I promise."

Baji

Thanks to Chifuyu, Keisuke happily made his way down the hall of his middle school with flowers in hands picked from the school's garden. With glee visibly taking place on his face, he was in search of his one and only, L/N Y/N.

You both originally met in primary school with him a year older than you and came to discover you both lived in the same complex. So, growing up, you were inseparable which led to Baji quickly developing strong feelings for you.

Despite his lack of intelligence, to which he fully acknowledges, you've always been kind and patient with him and always tried to help him in any way you could, especially with studying.

However, you suddenly disappeared for a whole year in your first year of junior high, but still managed to pass. Baji, on the other hand, without his study partner--and source of motivation--he got held back in his second year.

When he found out that you returned back to school and ended up in the same classroom as him, he took that chance to finally confess to make sure you never left again.

Peeking around the corner, he finds you by the lockers that hold the Second-Years' outdoor shoes, bringing a smile to his face. Yet, it almost instantly withered away seeing your bandaged face and bruised eye.

Anger quickly overcame him, causing him to clench his fists with the poor flowers still in hand. Swiftly approaching you, he reached out for you about to caress your bandaged cheek, a normal thing between only you two. However, unaware of his presence, let alone his intentions, you see a hand in your peripheral vision, causing you flinch hard.

You swat his hand in an attempt to defend yourself as you brought your arms up to cover your face and you shut your eyes, afraid of the incoming impact.

But, it never came.

"Y/N?"

The familiar voice threw you off.

You slowly open your eyes in confusion and was greeted by your beloved friend, staring you, worried and almost hurt. Shocked, you placed your arms down as awkwardness quickly filled the room.

You struggle to find the words to say as you scanned the area to make sure no one saw that. Despite knowing how harmless Keisuke is with you, if anyone were to see the scene that unfolded, they would've thought otherwise.

"H-Hey, Kei! U-Uh, wha-- what's up?"

You nervously chuckled as you attempted to change the subject and hopefully, have him disregard your reaction and condition. However, though Keisuke may not be the brightest academically, he's not stupid to know when his loved ones are in danger.

He clenched his jaw in pure frustration and you didn't miss the way the veins in his forehead and neck pulsed violently, almost bursting from the anger you visibly see coursing through his blood.

You shook in fear of the boy in front of you, only for him to gently caress your bandaged cheek, contrasting from the aggression he's suppressing for your sake.

"Who did this to you? And you know me, I don't want no BS excuse saying it was "nothing" or an "accident". These injuries were obviously inflicted on purpose. Now, spill it or trust me, I will rampage this entire neighborhood to the ground, if it means finding the bastard that did this to you."

You were praying he was only bluffing, yet the determination and sincerity in his eyes proved otherwise.

Swallowing the large lump in your throat, your eyes began to burn with tears as you stuttered out the truth. You looked down to prevent yourself from looking at the boy before you, but he was quick to lift your chin with a firm yet gentle grip, making sure you kept the eye contact with him.

Keisuke is the type to see through a lie through eye contact, so it's been a habit of his to have such a sharp glare. He's just making sure that every word you struggled to state was at least truthful.

"M-My dad. H-He, uhm, he cheated. O-On my mom," you started, trembling through every word that escaped your mouth.

Keisuke, however, remained attentive and patient to your explanation.

"T-Then, uh, then he left with the his s-side chick, leaving mom and me b-broke. S-So, we've been struggling and w-well, I couldn't pay the school fees last year, so--"

"You didn't attend school last year," Keisuke interrupted, to which you nodded in response.

"Yeah, so I-- Uhm. I used my i-insurance money for food and to at least, d-do the homework to pass school. Then, mom got a new b-boyfriend and well-- He, uh-- He--"

You trembled in his embrace as he could see right through the sentence you lacked to finish. He held you closely as he let you cry the emotions you've obviously been bottling in for so long.

"I-I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't! Mom doesn't do anything 'cus he pays the bills a-and I felt so alone and I d-didn't know what to do! I-I'm scared, Kei!"

You cry into his shoulder while suppressing his own tears. He lets go of hug before giving you the sweetest and most comforting kiss you've ever received--although it was your first kiss for both of you.

Melting into the contact, your depression momentarily withered away in his arms. Finally letting you breath, he pulls away and connects your foreheads with your cheeks in his palms.

"You're never alone. You have me and I am going to protect with every fiber of my being. Even if it kills me. You're mine and I'm yours and what you're going to do is pack your bags and move in with me. Later, we'll figure out what to do together, understood?"

"Kei--"

"I love you, Y/N. I have been in love with you and though I wanted to do it in a romantic setting, just know that I'll be here for you. Meet me at the shrine tonight at 6. Make sure you have your stuff ready and packed and bring it. If you're even a smidgen of a minute late, I'm bringing hell to that bastard, you got it?"

You nodded as he pecked your forehead.

"Good girl. Now, let's get to class. We'll worry about this later, okay?"

He then walking alongside you with his hand around your waist lovingly, but also in a state of protection. Walking through the hall with his flip phone in his free hand, he sent a quick message before going back to taking care of you. Though he may be ecstatic at your now renewed relationship, let's just say Toman's going to have a quick meeting after school.

"Hey, Kei?"

"Yes, baby?"

The nickname made you flustered as you shyly looked away from him.

"Uhm, I love you too, Kei. Have been, as well."

He finally cracks a smile from you as he reciprocated just the same. He pecks your lips once more before meeting your gaze with his.

"For now and for always, bubs."

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