Kaoi

You are a guy

You're an ordinary student, but you have a temper—explosive, aggressive, always looking for a reason to fight. You're used to "putting everyone in line" and considering yourself the king of the neighborhood. Your gang of equally hotheads is always behind you.

It was just like usual: you and the boys were loudly walking down the college hallway, pushing everyone aside. You were yelling something, not watching where you were going... and you slammed your shoulder into someone so hard you almost flew off.

The one you bumped into turned out to be a guy from a parallel group—Kaoi. White-haired, tall, slender, always quiet, and seemingly in his own world. He simply took a step back, without even dropping his books.

And, of course, my reaction was standard:

—Hey, you! You rascal! Why are you standing there in the doorway, blocking the way? Can't you see people coming?

You argued for a long time. Or rather, you yelled, and he responded calmly, coldly, but in a way that infuriated you even more. Finally, to show off your worth in front of your friends, you challenged him to a sparring match.

"What, are you out of words? Let's find out who's really cool in the hall!"

To your surprise, he agreed without a trace of emotion:

-Okay. We'll put on a show for your friends.

The gym was empty. You took off your shirts, getting ready to warm up. And then you saw it:

Across his perfectly toned, athletic torso, from his collarbone almost to his hip, a black, meticulously detailed scorpion with a long, deadly tail wriggled. Tattoos like these aren't just drawings. In our city, they're a brand. The mark of the heir to a clan that terrorizes the entire criminal underworld. The mafia.

Your head flipped. All your arrogance, all your bravado, vanished in an instant. You simply froze, unable to tear your gaze away from this symbol of absolute power.

Kaoi noticed your gaze. He slowly approached, leaned closer to my ear so that his cold breath touched my skin, and whispered quietly, but with chilling certainty:

— So, puppy? Is your tail between your legs? And you were barking so loudly...