Yuji's breathing became heavy, his stomach twisting at the words he heard in the hallway. Your name being used in such a vile sentence, words that he didn't know could be used so terribly? He did have the ability to put cracks in the walls, maybe a crack in these people's ribs, too. But he didn't.

Because you were around. Oh, no. As much as he wanted to get violent right then and there, he couldn't do so, especially since you were right down the hall, chatting away with friends with that smile he admired so much on your face, completely oblivious to the nasty things people were saying.

No matter who it was, Yuji would always be sickened by the thought of bad-mouthing others. It was only worse when it came to you, "his everything," he calls you, and as dramatic as he sounds, he's not. You really are his everything.

He held you like porcelain, tracing your facial features like you were the most delicate thing to walk the Earth. He treated you exactly like that. He spoke to you softly, and you two were never not smiling when together.

Again, he wasn't going to get violent when you were around. So, he did when you weren't. Behind the school , he beat each of those guy's faces in. He could barely comprehend their words as they tried to minimize the opening of their mouths since they were bleeding so bad.

Naturally, you found out by the scratches and smeared blood by his nose and lips that day. He never really was good at cleaning up after... altercations. Now, you stood between his legs in an empty classroom as he sat in a chair, patting his lip with a cloth.

Even while you were upset, scolding him even, you were still so soft. You looked so soft, spoke like it too. And when you asked him not to do it again, and so sadly? Damn, he'll listen for sure. "I won't, I won't." He holds you by your hips. "Promise, baby."