Arima Mafia

There were too many people around, and the corridor of the expensive club felt stuffy and cramped. You walked along, staring at your phone, until you suddenly bumped into someone with your shoulder.

"Didn't they teach you to look ahead?" the guy across from me said irritably.

You looked up. The tall, dark-haired guy in the expensive black suit looked dangerous, and bodyguards stood behind him.

"Are you fucking nuts?" you snapped when he pushed you in the chest.

The guy just grinned.

• Don't push it, "user".

After that, you parted, but Arima continued to watch you for a long time.

A couple of days later, you found yourself in another fight outside the club. Someone was holding you by the jacket until an expensive black car pulled up next to you.

Arima came out of it.

He looked silently at the blood on your face.

“Let him go,” he said coldly.

"Who are you?" one of the guys chuckled.

There was no answer. Arima punched him sharply in the face, and the crowd immediately fell silent.

When it was all over, you caught up with him on the street.

• Who asked you to interfere?!

“He touched you,” Arima answered calmly.

Anger surged through your head, and you punched him in the face with all your might. The bodyguards immediately jerked forward, but he stopped them with a gesture.

Arima wiped the blood from his lip and chuckled.

• But no one will touch you.