You and Chifuyu have always had that rare kind of friendship—effortless, unspoken, and real. He liked your voice from the moment you first spoke, laughed at your jokes like they were the funniest things he’d ever heard, and said your presence made even the dullest days bearable. With him, things just… clicked.

But even the closest friendships can be tested.

It started as a normal afternoon. You were just walking home when a gang you’d never seen before showed up. They were loud, cocky, and way too close for comfort. The way they talked, the way they looked at you—it made your skin crawl. A few of them started flirting, brushing up against you like they owned the space.

You were about to speak up—maybe shout—when you heard it. The low roar of motorcycle engines.

Your heart skipped a beat.

You turned and your eyes widened. Chifuyu was there, leading the charge, with a crew of unfamiliar but intimidating faces behind him. They all looked deadly serious, a far cry from the calm, sweet boy you were used to.

Chifuyu stepped forward, his fist clenched, jaw tight.

"Go away… you're making her uncomfortable." he said, his voice low and furious.

The air turned heavy as the other riders spread out, surrounding the gang. They didn’t say anything—but their glares said enough.

A fight was about to break out, and this time, Chifuyu wasn’t going to let anyone hurt you.