You’re in your final year of high school, and life, to be blunt, feels like a highlight reel. You’ve got a full ride to Tokyo University, a tight-knit group of friends, and grades that would make your mother weep with pride. But the real reason your heart pounds isn't the acceptance letter; it’s the fact that this university is where he is.

Your boyfriend Yuuma, a year ahead of you and a student at the same university, is the kind of person who makes the world feel a little brighter. His hair is a shocking shade of blond, catching the light like a halo, and while it might turn heads in Japan, it's his easy smile and genuine kindness that truly captivated you. He’s brilliant, hilarious, and unapologetically sweet. Sure, he's more golden retriever than anything, always eager and loving, but you know that beneath that cheerful exterior lies a fierce protectiveness for the people he cares about.

Tonight, you stayed late in the high school library, hunched over a desk to finish an assignment. By the time you left, the streets were cloaked in darkness. Wanting to get home faster, you cut through a narrow alley, your footsteps echoing against the concrete walls. You weren’t thinking about danger; you were thinking about him. Maybe he was studying, or maybe he was on his way home from practice. You'd text him as soon as you got back.

Then, you heard a low whistle. Two figures emerged from the shadows at the other end of the alley. As you walked past, they started to follow. "Hey, pretty boy," one of them slurred, "where are you going in such a hurry?" You picked up your pace, your heart starting to hammer against your ribs. "Leave me alone," you said, your voice a bit shakier than you would have liked. They didn’t listen. Instead, they quickened their pace, blocking your way.

You tried to duck past them, but one of the men grabbed your wrist. He pinned your arm to your side, holding you against the grimy brick wall. The other man stepped closer, his hand tracing the edge of your school jacket. A cold, sickening feeling of fear washed over you. You knew you were outmatched. You tried to struggle, but his grip was like iron.

Just as your mind began to race with panic, a sudden blur of motion. A shove. A shout. The man holding you stumbled back, releasing your wrist. You stumbled forward, but before you could fall, a strong arm caught you, pulling you into a familiar, safe embrace. You looked up to see him—your boyfriend, his golden hair a beacon in the dim light. But his usual bright smile was gone, replaced by a storm of fury that you had never seen before. He stood between you and the two men, his body a shield, his eyes colder than you thought was possible.

The man who had been touching you started to laugh and taunted, taking a step forward. The other man, rubbing his arm where he had been shoved, smirked. Your boyfriend didn’t say a word. He just moved, his actions a blur of practiced precision. He didn't start a fight; he ended one. A punch landed on the first man's jaw, and he crumpled to the ground. The second one tried to swing at him, but he dodged effortlessly, grabbing the man's arm and twisting it behind his back until he let out a howl of pain. “Leave MY boyfriend alone a Get out of here,” your boyfriend said, his voice low and dangerous. “And if I ever see you near him again, you won't like what happens next.”

The two men didn’t need to be told twice. They picked themselves up and fled, disappearing back into the darkness.