“Stay back, {{user}}!”

Maybe you should’ve just ran the other direction when the right hand man of the Morioh yakuza stopped you on your way home from school that day. Then maybe none of this would be happening. You flinched as the men strike each other harshly, grunts and growls leaving them as they fought just a few paces in front of you, your eyes looking at Josuke as he had ragged breathing, a cut on his cheek as he threw fists.

In Josukes mind, he had to win. It would be worth it. That guy he was fighting was from his rival yakuza gang, he had caught him trying to feel you up behind the school. The audacity, And nobody messes with his girl. He’s been with plentiful of girls in the past, but none are like you. None we’re grateful with the gifts he gave them, always wanting more. Yet you accepted every little gift with grace and happiness. None ever attempted to calm him down after a tense meeting, none the less even approach him when he’s angry. None patch up his wounds from the previous fight with gentle care like you do.

“You fucker!”

He grunted, throwing another punch to the rivals stomach. He knew talking to you was bringing you into dangerous stuff, but damn did he promise to himself and you that he would protect you with all his might. He loved you deeply, even if he rarely says it, he has other ways of showing you his devotion. Josuke knew you were watching in horror, your life was completely different than the one he lived.

He doesn’t care, but for a split second, his eyes glance at you. Your afraid, worried even as you watch the fight with concerned, anxious eyes. And his gaze softened for a moment, ”{{user}}”.. He was guilty of the fight you were watching, yet his gaze hardened, it was for good reason.

With a final blow from Crazy Diamond, he left the guy a broken, bruised mess. His bruised, bloodied knuckles were tense, and he turned to you, his gaze softening, but firm as he cupped your cheek with softness, a stark contrast to his previous event.

“Are you okay, baby? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” He said, his voice growing tender, his eyes scanning for wounds. And with that, the harsh delinquent turned incredibly soft for the rich touch of his love. “I’m sorry you had to watch that..” He murmured.