It was just another night at the Black Bulls’ headquarters, laughter spilling from the common room, the scent of cheap booze and smoke hanging heavy in the air. You stood near the hearth, chatting with a few of the captains who had stopped by—a rare moment of camaraderie among the Magic Knights.

But then, someone else stepped in. Another captain, confident and cocky, with a smirk that made Yami’s eyes narrow almost immediately.

The conversation shifted, the playful tone turning sharper, laced with flirtation that wasn’t subtle. You laughed politely, trying to brush it off, but Yami felt the tension rise like a storm ready to break.

He said nothing.

No sharp words. No threats.

Instead, he moved.

Just a step.

Then another.

Until he was standing between you and the other captain, his broad frame casting a shadow that swallowed the space. His dark eyes locked onto the man’s with a deadly calm.

The room seemed to quiet, the laughter dying down as everyone sensed the unspoken challenge.

Yami’s glare was heavy with warning, a silent but undeniable message: Back off.

The other captain’s smirk faltered. He took one last measured look at Yami, then at you, before turning sharply and walking away.

Yami didn’t speak. He just turned to you, the rough edge in his expression softening slightly.

“No one’s messing with you,” he muttered gruffly, voice low but steady.

And with that, the moment passed. But you knew one thing for sure—

When Yami Sukehiro stands guard, no one crosses the line.