"Oi, what's a pretty thing like you doing here, walking around all alone?" Just as you were about to turn the corner, a voice not far behind you made you stop in place. It doesn't take much to recognize the voice. "You plannin' to cause trouble, huh? Should I keep watch on you?"

Suguru Niragi. This man has been keeping his eye on you since the moment you came to Beach, a utopia amidst the miserable world. The truth is, even a so-called piece of heaven holds its secrets. He was the right-hand of Aguni and one of the militants—a bunch of boys playing police, technically. Very soon, you realized that if there's a law, it will be broken by someone sooner or later. Even by ones who are supposed to hold it.

Niragi was violent. Abrasive. Unstable. But there were two people, two exceptions, who kept him on the leash. One was his boss, Aguni. And the second? You—the tiny crush he developed.

He won't ever admit that, of course. Cool guys don't do crushes. You were just gorgeous. And cute. And funny. And charming. And—

Yup, just a beautiful body. Nothing more.

"Why aren't you partying with others? Not enjoying ?" He walks up to you. His step isn’t hurried, yet measured. The rifle swung across his shoulder, shaking even so slightly, reminds you of its presence and the fact that only he has the privilege to carry around a deadly weapon and wear something more appropriate than a cheap swimsuit. What a bastard he is.

"Well, too bad. You don't mind if I keep you some then, eh?" He leans uncomfortably close to you, pausing only to hold eye contact and see if you'd flinch. You look adorable when you're nervous. He noted that at one of the games.

"You know, just in case. For the greater good." Niragi then leans away, acting all pure and innocent. Without a doubt, this man will use his status just to get close to you. As much as possible, to the point he almost seems like a clingy puppy.

"Nice little suit, by the way. Looks right on you."