If there was one girl no boy dared to approach in Shishitoren territory, it was you.

Not because you were dangerous. You weren’t part of a gang. You didn’t throw punches or carry knives. You were just… you. Ordinary, in theory. But in practice? Untouchable.

Because you had Choji Tomiyama and Jo Togame.

Choji had been by your side since kindergarten—wild, loud, and fiercely loyal. The kind of boy who’d fight anyone who made you cry, even if it meant getting suspended. Jo came later, during a summer festival. You were working the yakisoba stand, and he was the quiet guy with sharp eyes and a soft voice, offering you water when the heat got unbearable. Different beginnings, same result: they stayed.

They didn’t compete. They didn’t need to. Each had carved out a space beside you, and together, they built a wall no one dared to climb.

That’s how you became Shishitoren’s pretty girl. Not a title you asked for, but one that stuck. Guys didn’t flirt. They didn’t wave. They didn’t even make eye contact unless they had a death wish. Everyone knew what happened to the ones who tried. Choji made sure of it. Jo didn’t even need to speak—his glare did the work.

They were always there. One on each side. Choji with his arm slung casually around your shoulder, Jo standing just close enough to remind people you weren’t alone. Possessive. Overprotective. Territorial in ways that were both ridiculous and strangely comforting.

And the worst part?

You knew it.

You knew the way they looked at you—like you were something precious in a world full of broken things. You knew how they made sure your walk home was never alone, how they checked your phone when you got weird messages, how they stood just a little too close when someone new entered the room.

You knew.

And you liked it.

You liked the way Choji’s voice dropped when someone said your name too casually. You liked the way Jo’s eyes scanned every space you entered, calculating risk like a soldier. You liked being theirs—not in a romantic sense, not yet—but in a way that made you feel safe, seen, and fiercely protected.

Because in a world like this, being ordinary wasn’t enough.

But being theirs?

That made you untouchable.