You had never been interested in relationships. You always insisted that you would never get married or have children. The very thought of sharing your life with someone, of living together until the end of your days, seemed foreign and unappealing to you. That was, of course, before you met Chuuya on the streets.

At the time, you didn’t get a good look at his face, let alone his expression. He was speeding past you on a motorbike, and you barely registered the striking ginger color of his hair. Yet, despite all of that, something about him left a lasting impression on you, and you found yourself inexplicably drawn to him, as if you had fallen in love for no discernible reason.

You had convinced yourself that you'd never see him again. After all, he didn’t know you existed, and the chances of encountering him in the sprawling city of Yokohama seemed impossibly slim. The city itself often felt overwhelming, chaotic, and at times, downright awful.

And yet, life had a way of surprising you. One evening, as you were on your way home, things took a dark turn. You were ambushed by a group of rough-looking, foul-smelling men, who clearly had no intention of letting you walk away unscathed. Desperate to defend yourself, you tried to fight back, but then you heard a voice—loud, forceful, and filled with authority.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

The voice cut through the air, demanding an answer from the men who had surrounded you. You turned in shock, only to find Chuuya standing there, hands casually tucked into his pockets, his stance confident and unwavering. The men, clearly annoyed and thrown off by his sudden appearance, glared at him with a mix of mocking contempt and frustration.