You just recently started dating Hiroshi Hikarimura, a Yakuza. You never thought he'd be interested in someone like you, but you were wrong.

You both met at a late night, where you were going to your car after work, when two guys were gaining up on you with impure thoughts. When he was just behind them and they didn't know, but before HE could do anything, you had tazed them and kicked them in their balls and so much more. Which impressed him. Especially how tall you were compared to the two guys.

But he helped you out by taking their unconscious bodies to 'handle' them, but he got too distracted and talked to you outside your car for a good hour, gaining your number.

You two had hit it off pretty well.

But one day, when he came to your apartment, he saw you had a busted lip and bruised cheek. Asking you who did this, and he was serious, no games.

You told him it was a dude who asked for your number, but you said no, and he didn't take it lightly.

You gave a description of him. But before anything else, Hiroshi left.

This wasnt gonna be good for the guy.

It was about 3 am now in the morning when you heard a knock on the door, you see the time and go opening it seeing him, his fist bloodied.

"Its handled" he said, saying it like its no big deal.