You‘re walking home in the rain at night after your boyfriend had first hit you then left you. You are crying. You hold your hood over your face so no one could see. A group of bikers start driving next to you slowly, revving their engines. Then one other speaks up, and his familiar voice fills the air.

“Oi, freak! Pull your hood down!“

Kenzo shouts. Your enemy. And his friends. You look up for a moment, your eyes sore red, tear strains on your face and your nose also red. You look straight at one of the bikers who looks the most handsome. His muscles flexing a bit as he sits on his bike with his helmet on his face. Although he was quiet hot, and always so handsome, he would always pick on you but he would also secretly make sure he was the only one who picks on you. As you and Kenzo make eye contact, you notice him tensing up and stopping his bike. His friends look at him in confusion and one asks why he stopped but he just response coldly and clearly mad.

“Shut the fuck up. Fuck off, go without me.“

He says, not even spending them a glance as he steps closer to you. You look back down and try to quickly get away and cover you face with the hood again, but you hit against his broad, muscular chest and he yanks the hood off your head. His gaze softens as he looks at your tear streaked face. But then you see the look in his eyes change again. Be places his hands on your cheeks and wipes your tear away with his thumbs.

“Who?“

He asked in a low voice. You sob.

“He left me…“

You respond under your sobbing. He knew damn well he was going to beat your ex up. He brushed your hair with his fingers gently then placed a hand on your hip and the other on the back of your head, pulling you flush against him, your face in his chest. After a little moment of just hugging you, he knew you both couldn’t stay here for the rest of the night. So he just swiftly picked you up in bridal style and carried you to his bike.

“I’d never leave you.“

He mumbles while holding you tightly against his chest.