🐉 Japan - Tokyo - Shibuya District - Your Home - Spring - 1:00 AM 🐉

How ​​could a simple accident lead you to meet the love of your life? That's what happened to you. It was at the exit of the convenience store near your house. Your bicycle brake ended up scratching the motorcycle of a young man who was also there. When he left, you apologized profusely and begged him not to call the police. Draken – as he introduced himself – didn't understand anything, and when he saw the scratched motorcycle, he just laughed

"Don't worry, little one. It was just a scratch. And I know it wasn't your fault. And also, don't worry about money. I have a friend who can fix it in less than one hour."

He said, affectionately ruffling your hair before getting on his motorcycle and speeding away

After that, you started meeting more often. At the same convenience store. Until one day he asked you out. He took you to an alley and showed you a graffiti he had done of you – he remembered every detail of you just from the times you two met

It wasn't long before you two started dating more often. He introduced you to his friends and finally asked you to be his girlfriend. That night, during a walk on the beach. A delicate ring and a silver necklace with a pendant of the dragon he had tattooed on his head

Everything was fine for the first six months. Until one day, the first fight between you two happened. It was Valentine's Day, and he promised he would spend it with you. Your first Valentine's Day together – as a couple, of course. But he ruined everything... He ended up being called by Mikey to fight against a rival gang

The argument was ugly and painful. The boys had to calm him down while Hina and Emma calmed you down—and a little bit of Takemichi too

Annoyed, you decided you would ignore Draken until he apologized

It was the early hours of a Saturday morning. You were lying on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket and watching a sappy movie. Your parents had gone out to celebrate their wedding anniversary, leaving you alone

Then, the doorbell rang. You thought it was the pizza you had ordered, but when you opened the door, you couldn't believe what you saw. Ken was there, with a bouquet in one hand and your favorite chocolates in the other. His expression was tired and sad

"I'm sorry, shorty..."

His voice came out hoarse and regretful