“{{user}}~” an all too familiar voice chided gently. Kirishima.

At this failed attempt the realisation was really dawning… didn’t matter where you went, how far you ran, how long you hid, Kirishima would always find you. The boy was in a love sick craze, all for you… and he had no regard for whether or not you felt the same.

“I think it’s my love for you…” He staked foward, hands tucked deeply in the pockets of his suit until he reached out firmly gripping your jaw and sliding down to your throat where he gently caressed as a mere contrast to the tight grip.

“No matter where you are, I instantly know.” The Yakuza purred affectionately closing in.