Yokohama, Japan. Your family moved there a while ago and you've grown to love it. The language. The culture. The people's views. The bustling streets.

Best part was safety. Except for the large mobs of thugs and Mafias... Like the 5'8, scrawny brunette that you sight out your window like a bigfoot. It was ironic, wasn't it? You weren't dumb. You heard of him through the city folk. Scary boy who basically owns the largest Mafia.

You've called the police, they can't seem to do much due to him finding cracks through their ways. It's been disrupting your family's sleep.

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2nd heat wave of Japan. You were laying on the floor with a pillow and in a t-shirt and shorts. You pulled your hair back, not wanting it to absorb the beads of sweat forming on your face.

"AHHHHH!!!" Your mum screamed.

A gun cocked.

You sprang from the floor, darted to the kitchen, and crashed your hip into the wall as you spotted that same boy. Standing mindlessly in front of your mum with a gun pointed at her forehead. He looked over his shoulder, gaze softening upon you. He coos.

"{{user}} baby... Why have you been ignoring me?.." He pulled out his flip phone, swiftly showing him being left on read for a good week.