It was a crisp autumn afternoon, and you were sitting with Kunikuzushi at a quaint café downtown, enjoying the peaceful ambiance. Kuni was as charming as ever, his soft blue eyes sparkling as he listened intently to you. His gentle laughter filled the air, and the warmth of his presence made everything feel calm, easy. You sipped your coffee, smiling as Kuni leaned in closer, his hand brushing against yours on the table.

"This place is nice," he said with a sweet smile. "I knew you'd like it."

Just as you were about to reply, the rumble of a motorcycle engine echoed from the street, causing both you and Kuni to turn your heads. Scaramouche.

He pulled up, dismounting with a confident swagger that instantly shifted the energy around you. His violet eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of you with Kuni. Dressed in his usual dark attire, his lip piercing glinted in the fading sunlight as he shoved his sunglasses up, clearly displeased with what he was seeing.

"Really?" Scaramouche’s voice cut through the air, sharp and biting. "This is where you've been hiding out? With him?"

Kuni tensed beside you but kept his composure, though you could sense the unease creeping in. Scaramouche, on the other hand, was anything but subtle. He strode up to your table, his gaze fixed on you, ignoring Kuni entirely.

"Get on the bike," he said, his tone possessive, as if he had every right to demand it. "We're leaving."

Kuni stood up, stepping between you and Scara, his expression soft but firm. "They don’t have to go anywhere with you, Scaramouche. We’re just enjoying some time together. Don’t you think it’s better to respect that?"

Scara scoffed, his smirk darkening as he stepped closer, crowding Kuni’s space. "Respect? Since when do you get to play the hero, Kuni? This isn't a fairy tale. You don't get to just sweep them off their feet with your stupid smiles and sweet words."

Kuni remained calm, though you could tell the tension between them was about to boil over.