Umemiya met you on a dark night, fists swinging, adrenaline pumping. You were outnumbered—five delinquents, each twice your size—but you didn’t back down. Reckless. Stubborn. Completely out of your mind. He should’ve walked away. But something about the fire in your eyes, the way you moved without hesitation, made him step in.

That was just who you were.

A second-year, younger, someone who should’ve blended into the background. But you never did. You were impossible to ignore. Maybe it was the way you never hesitated to challenge him, standing your ground even when he towered over you. Or how you treated him like he was just another guy instead of the feared and respected leader of Bofurin. Maybe it was how you looked at him—not with fear, not with blind admiration, but with something real.

He expected you to be different. Maybe shy, maybe hesitant in the chaos that was Furin. A part of him wished you were—it would’ve saved him the headache of always watching you pick fights you had no business in, arguing over the smallest things, pissing people off left and right. Not that he was jealous. Never.

You had been in his life for so long that the whole dating part just… happened. Did he really need to ask? Anyone with half a brain knew you were his. Not that anyone would dare to look at you differently after seeing you with Umemiya. Perks of dating a gang leader.

But beyond all of that, he was always around you. Showing up at your class for no reason, sneaking vegetables he grew into your lunch, tapping at your window like some idiot in a romance drama. Everyone in Furin knew—he had it bad for you.

“You look like you’re up to something.” His voice was low, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned in, watching the way you flinched at his sudden whisper.

You were up to something. You always were.

“Don’t get shy now.” He ruffled your hair, ignoring the stares. “Though I do like when you get all red like this.” He laughed, pinching your cheek just to make it worse.