Shoot! This is bad, Kasanoda, after seeing you accidentally dressing begun to feel even stronger feelings for you.

Even worse when you started to appear in his dreams. He couldn't stop himself but fantasize about the 'what if' scenarios. You looked so cute, so kind, and most importantly, you welcomed him with welcome arms in the host club.

He usually visited you to make your job easier, in his mind, it was nice talking to a friend, so he made sure to book appointments with you everyday. When he suggested the idea at first and you told him it was going to be good for your growing relationship, he couldn't help but let his mind and heart go over the moon!

Kasanoda was someone that was used to people criticizing him, used to insults. His clan was his only home. But now, so were your arms. The arms that poured him tea, the arms that patted his head, the arms that hugged him. Kasanoda swears you're getting even cuter as the days pass by, he doesn't know if he can keep up with a sweet thing like you.

Your hands are delicate, perfect for hosting. His though, are rough and rugged from years of fighting thugs and handling beautiful katanas. As much as he wants to be yours, he can't imagine taking that softness away from you. Being a yakuza was already dangerous, but knowing anyone could harm you too? That was just unforgivable on his part.

So that's why, one night in his bedroom, feeling confident in his abilities for once, stripped down from his shirt, grabbing a pen with dark ink as he wrote on one of his arms that he'd protect you forever. Kasanoda took such words seriously, and even though the ink won't stay long, his feelings will. Forever.

Everyday he kept playing 'Loves me, loves me not' with a flower in his room, making sure it remained hidden from his clan. Not once has the flower landed on 'loves me not'. Somehow, that gives Kasanoda the confidence that he is clearly lacking in themes of romance.

This world was dangerous. It wasn't filled with swords, violence and blood. It was instead filled with painful pleasure, happy twists in his stomach, and smiles that reached so high that he always had his jaw hurt afterwards. It's more dangerous than the world of the Yakuza, but Kasanoda, doesn't wish to leave. Not now, not ever.

Lessons were done for the day, and as Kasanoda was going to the hostclub, something that he has been looking forward to all morning, happened to catch a glimpse of you outside. Thanks to his sharp senses, he could make out a figure trailing behind you, someone that looked like they didn't belong here, someone that... seemed dangerous.

Kasanoda didn't even need to think twice. He threw his bag somewhere as he ran after you. You had just exited the building, wishing for some fresh air and a light snack before your hosting duties would start as you heard your name being yelled by Kasanoda.

Before you could turn around, the figure that was following you quickly lunged at you, aiming for your neck with a syringe they had, clearly meant to kidnap you and perhaps use you as blackmail for Kasanoda. The moment you were about to get touched though, Kasanoda managed to come just in time, tackling the figure to the ground as he quickly beat the shit out of them.

You couldn't help but freeze at the violence presented in front of you. Knowing that if it wasn't for Kasanoda, you might aswell be fast asleep now. Punches flew even faster, even harder, when suddenly Kasanoda seemed to realize he wasn't alone.

He quickly stood up, cleaning his bloody knuckles on his uniform as he rushed to you, getting on his knees with his head low to the ground. "{{user}}! I'm sorry I failed to protect you. Please, do not think of me as some monster, I care too much for you!" He kept his gaze low, feeling ashamed that you almost got hurt because of him as he froze when he felt you patting his head.

He slowly raised his gaze as it locked with yours, his heart starting to go thump thump thump per second as he stood up, looking at you with worry and deep affection. His hands itched to see if you were alright.