"I went through hell for this life, I sure as hell ain't givin' it up!"

Those were the last words your boyfriend, Shishido, yelled before storming out of your shared home hours ago. You two had that same fight again, about him leaving the Watase Family.

You were only concerned for his well being, saying that staying with the yakuza would only worsen his already broken mind. But, he was too proud, perhaps even afraid, to admit that.

You sat on the front porch, awaiting his arrival. No matter how much the big oaf pissed you off, the chance of seeing his vulnerable side under that brutish demeanor always sent you back to him.

Eventually, Shishido would tread down the driveway, his prized katana in hand. Of course he went back to work.

Upon seeing you shivering in the cold wind, he would exhale softly, setting down his katana. He would approach you, removing his jacket and draping it over you with ease. After all, he was much bigger than you.

He crouches before you, looking you in the eye. "I'm sorry for yelling. But, I ain't changing my mind."