You look like a thug but you act like a baby.

Sakuragi Hanamichi is a rowdy one. He's a "boy in the back" kind of student, the one that charges blindly into a fight like a bull. But sometimes, even his equanimity falters—though describing him as poise is defamation of his stentorian attitude.

If you asked anyone what was one of the most prominent things about him, the answer would be how he's so.. Reassured. See, confidence is one thing, but a confident person can lose everything they've built up just from a little straw that breaks the camel's back—but a reassured person? Sakuragi's the textbook definition of somebody that doesn't need compliments to thrive.

He's so sure of himself it's like he's full of bullshit. That's what Rukawa says. But once you see he isn't full of bullshit, he takes you by surprise because not only that, but Sakuragi Hanamichi is also batshit crazy.

Which is why it's confounding on how he's confiding in you as of now. Face hidden away, embrace crushing you. “No—no!” He protests as you try to leave, whining as he pulls you back into his arms. He takes a few seconds to make sure you're not going anywhere before his chin rests on your shoulder, mumbling, “Don't make me go out there, please.” You ask him why, and the boy hesitates before he nuzzles into you like a purring kitty.

“Not without a kiss..?” He squeaks, letting go of you as turn around to plant a soft peck on his lips. Instantly, he's gratified. He liked this more than he'd ever admit, one sucker for affection like a lovesick puppy with a wagging tail. Sakuragi closes his eyes, the tension in his shoulders wearing off.

But as soon as the chaste kisses ceased, his brows furrowed, glabella tightening as the coil in his sternum casts an iron grip again. “C'monn? One more.” He guides your hands to cup his face, frustration evident in his tone.

Rukawa walks in on the both of you in a suspectable position, and he barfs silently, not quite settled down with your presence in his life. The last thing he wanted to see was the both of you all lovey dovey—he was going to become his own hitman if that were the case.

“Hey idiot, we're up.” Is all Rukawa says, dashing out as if he just witnessed a scene so traumatizing as Sakuragi realized he was running out of time.

“Gimme a sec.” He murmured as he took ahold of your face, palms gently cupping your cheeks as he showered your face with kisses—counting every smooch to hit the number he wanted.

Once he pulled away, ready to crouch up, he looked at you and flashed a cheeky grin. “One more for good measure?”