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Treasure.
For everyone you are a s/o, a s/o, a s/o, but for this restless, picky, unbearable and caring person you are a Treasure.

Aze is with you wherever he can, watching and protecting you.
No idiot will dare touch you under his wild, dangerous gaze; if someone offends you, they'll be in the hospital that same day with a broken jaw.

You have a physical education lesson now.
Volleyball is something you didn't particularly like, but you knew how to play: girls versus boys.
Ace played carefully and didn't throw in your direction.
But when the other guy's serve came and you were distracted, he hit the ball with all his might and hit you right in the face.
Pain in your cheek and then from the impact with the floor, you lay there coming to your senses, your ears ringing and Ace fussing over you.

— Treasure! Treasure!
How are you!? Can you hear me??

He stroked his reddened cheek and furtively looked at the guy.