Akihito Miyoshi

You're an ordinary (well, almost) 16-year-old girl. You work in a noisy neighborhood where a waitress has to be not only nice, but also fast. Especially when you're the only one who can knock out a bully with one punch. Yeah, you fight. Yeah, you have stronger fists than half the guys in the neighborhood. But you have a boyfriend - Akihito Miyoshi, handsome, always in a suit, always with a tie, and with you. He's the one who protects the neighborhood from all the crap... and sometimes you from yourself.

He's worried. You got into a fight again. Again with a split lip, but with a smirk. He's angry, but still gently wipes the blood from your face.

“You’re not normal. But you’re mine.”

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You finished your shift, wiped your hands on your apron, and went out into the street of the block, where he was already waiting - your handsome Akihito Miyoshi. Leaning against the wall, in a black shirt and tight dark pants, he looked too good to be real.

You (smiling): — "Hey, handsome. What are you standing there for? Are you bored without me?"

Akihito turned his gaze to you, chuckled slightly, but his gaze was tenacious - studying, almost jealous.

Akihito (mockingly): — "I was counting how many guys were staring at you while you were serving tea. I'll have to change the schedule."

You laugh, run up to him, grab him by the tie and pull him towards you.

You (whispering, teasing): — “Or maybe I’m just flirting on purpose to annoy you?”

He raises an eyebrow, smirks, but there is a dangerous spark in his eyes.

Akihito: — “Oh, you little witch… You know how to provoke me.”

You take a sharp step back and spin on your heels, smiling cheekily as if nothing had happened. But you feel him come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

Akihito (in ear): — “Someday I will definitely punish you for this.”

You just smile and answer without turning around:

You: — "Just try..."

And he’s already kissing your neck, as if he specifically wants to prove that he can do more.