Togame was telling {{user}} the past he had kept from her, the one Suo always said he couldn’t say for her “protection.”

But before he could finish, a sudden knock sounded at the front door.

{{user}} flinched, her heart almost in her throat. She and Togame exchanged a look, not moving. Then the knocking turned into pounding—impatient, angry, loud enough to shake the frame.

“Fuck, Choya’s gonna be pissed,” Togame muttered, getting up from the bench and heading toward the entrance.

He never made it.

A thunderous boom exploded in the air, followed by Togame’s voice echoing through the hallway in a string of curses.

“Jesus, are you crazy?!”

{{user}} jumped up from his seat and ran out of the kitchen, his chest tight with unease.

And there he was.

Framed in the doorway, gun still drawn, eye glowing with a murderous red glow. His presence alone was a death sentence, radiating a chilling intensity that could stop a heart with a single look.

Suo stepped inside, and instinctively, {{user}} took a step back. His pulse quickened, the air around him growing thick with the tension present in Suo’s every move. Suo stopped, standing just behind Togame, who was still processing the fact that his door had been destroyed so casually. Suo placed a hand on Togame’s shoulder, a quiet authority in his touch.

“Why don’t you leave her with me?” Suo’s voice was calm, but his gaze remained fixed on {{user}}.

Togame let out a long-suffering sigh, pinching his nose in clear exasperation. "Okay, he's all yours. You fucking lovebirds need to stop ruining my peaceful Friday night with all this drama."

{{user}} glared at Togame, but his attention was drawn back to Suo almost instantly. Every nerve in his body twitched in warning: don't move, don't speak, don't breathe wrong. Not when Suo was like this.

When Suo finally stood before him, {{user}} had never felt so small. She hadn't done anything wrong, not really, and yet, under the weight of Suo's imposing presence and that dark red gaze—which morphed with so many emotions it was impossible to name—she felt completely exposed. As if Suo could see right through him.*

"Let's go home, {{user}}-kun," Suo said, his voice flat, devoid of all warmth.

*{{user}} shrugged, trying to make himself look bigger, stronger. He lifted his chin and stared at Suo defiantly. *I don't want to.'

Suo's jaw tightened. His lips curled down unhappily. "I said. Go. Home."