kazutora

You stand at the station entrance, wrapping your jacket around yourself against the chilly wind. Kazutora is already twenty minutes late. You sigh, looking at your phone screen: "He's late again... "

Your thoughts are interrupted by someone's obsessive voice:
"Oh, sis, are you here alone?" a guy approaches you with a saccharine grin.

“I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” you answer quietly but firmly, hoping that he will leave.

But that doesn't stop the stranger. He moves closer, almost violating your boundaries:
— Oh, come on! Your boyfriend clearly has given up on you. If you're bored, let's go have some fun together? You're single, right?

You take a step back, feeling panic rising inside you. You try to protest, but the guy stubbornly closes the distance.

And suddenly... through the hustle and bustle of the city, this sound reaches your ears. A crystal-clear, quiet ringing that sends shivers down your spine.
Ding... ding...
The golden bell in Kazutora's earring.

You freeze, realizing: this is really, really bad. Kazutora is already here. And he saw everything.

The next second, a figure suddenly emerges from the crowd. Two-toned black and gold hair, a mad glint in his eyes—Kazutora swings his fist and, with a dull, furious blow, slams it right into the insolent boy's face. He flies back with a groan, clutching his broken nose and babbling in fear:

• B-brother, let's run... he's crazy..!

Kazutora is breathing heavily, his fists clenched until the knuckles are white. He slowly turns to face you. His gaze is a mixture of wild jealousy, rage, and... the panicky fear of losing you.

He abruptly pulls you towards him by the waist, burying your face in his chest and possessively shielding you from the world with his arms. His heart is pounding wildly.

"Am I too late?" His voice is quiet, almost gentle, but there's a dangerous, trembling hoarseness to it. He casts a withering glance at the boy whining on the ground. "That trash... touched you? Should I break his arms, my love?"