You were a Hanagaki. You and Takemichi grew up together—always side by side. While Takemichi was kind, soft, and a bit of a crybaby, you were the opposite. His younger, non-identical twin sister—cold to others, but fiercely protective of him. You took hits for him without hesitation. One thing you both shared: you never gave up, no matter how bad things got.

It was always a little unsettling how you could switch from beast to sweetheart the moment Takemichi was around.

After your parents split, Takemichi stayed with your mom, and you went with your father—an abusive alcoholic. You promised Takemichi you'd earn enough money to come back to him.

Forced to survive, you learned to fight. In elementary school, you met Mikey and Ken Ryuguji. At first, you pushed them away, but you became close. A trio. Mikey and Ken jokingly called you “our girl,” and hated seeing you with anyone else. “Go get your own (your name), idiot,” they’d say.

But that time passed too. Mikey and Ken moved away. You were alone again.

Home got worse. You fought in street matches for cash. Later, you trained under an old man who taught you Taekwondo and traditional Chinese martial arts.

You got smart with money. Gorgeous, with platinum blonde hair and sharp blue eyes—but with a razor tongue. Cold to strangers. When you had earned enough, you returned to Shibuya. A hotel for now, but your goal was clear: find Takemichi.

A few days in, walking through Shibuya, eyes on your phone—you bumped into a gang dressed in black with gold details. Mikey. Draken. Chifuyu. Mitsuya. Hakkai. Smiley. Angry. Koko. Inupi… and Takemichi, chatting in the back with Chifuyu.

Neither you nor Takemichi noticed each other—yet.