Times skips way back to Hanamitchi residence *inside car*
Y/N didn't know how to react — her feelings were thumping, loud and unsteady, like her heart didn't know whether to race or stop. She sat in silence, hands clenched in her lap.
Yuri noticed. His gaze softened as he reached out, his hand gently wrapping around hers.
"You're okay," he said quietly, his thumb brushing her skin in slow circles. "I'm here."
The warmth of his touch steadied her breath, even if just a little.
They arrived. The car came to a gentle stop, but Y/N didn't stir — her head tilted slightly against the window, lips parted in peaceful sleep.
Yuri glanced at her, his heart softening instantly. He stared for a minute, taking in the quiet strength on her face even in rest.
He leaned closer, whispering so only the silence could hear,
"My babe is stronger than I think…"
A small smile curved on his lips.
Quietly, he stepped out, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door. With careful arms, he scooped her up in a bridal style hold, cradling her close like she was the most precious thing in the world.
Haru sat in the living room, flipping through a file when the door opened. He looked up—and froze.
There was Yuri, carrying Y/N in his arms like she weighed nothing, her head resting gently against his shoulder.
Haru: "What happened to her?"
Yuri (with a soft voice): "Just sleeping."
Haru's eyes lingered on her for a moment, then shifted back to Yuri, serious now.
Haru: "Yuri, I need to talk to you. Come to my study room after you take care of her."
Yuri: "Okay."
Without another word, Yuri carried Y/N past him, the air between them laced with unspoken things.
Yuri's POV:
I walked upstairs, each step quiet, careful not to wake her. Reaching her room, I pushed the door open gently.
The soft lighting wrapped the space in warmth, and I walked toward the bed, still holding her close. Slowly, I laid her down, her body sinking into the comfort of the mattress.
But her hand… it was still on my neck ,hanging there like she didn't want to let go.
I paused. Just stared at her for a moment.
Her breathing was slow, her lips parted, strands of hair falling messily across her face.
I reached out and tucked a few behind her ear, my fingers lingering a second too long.
She doesn't even know what she does to me.
And yet, here she is — peaceful, strong, mine… even if she doesn't know it yet.
Just as I tried to stand up, her fingers tightened around my shirt, pulling me back with surprising strength.
Her voice came out soft, barely a whisper, eyes still closed—
"Where are you going…?"
I froze. My heart skipped.
She wasn't fully awake, but something in her voice made it hard to move.
I leaned in, my face just inches from hers, voice low.
"I'm not going anywhere," I whispered.
And for a moment, I really meant it.
I gently wrapped my fingers around hers, slowly lifting her hand off me with care, not wanting to wake her completely.
Leaning down, I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, letting it linger just a moment longer than I should've.
"Come back" she mumble
"Babe… I'll come back again later," I mumbled against her skin.
She shifted slightly, but didn't wake.
I took one last look at her — peaceful, warm, mine — before quietly stepping away and walking out the door.
I walked toward Dad's study, the weight of his earlier words pressing down on me. Reaching the door, I knocked softly.
Dad: "Come in… Sit down."
I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. The room felt heavy, like the walls had been listening to too many serious talks.
I sat across from him, eyes steady.
Yuri: "So?"
He looked at me for a long moment, silent, as if choosing his words carefully.
Something told me—this wasn't just about her sleeping.
Dad: "You've changed."
He smirked, eyes narrowing slightly in that knowing way of his.
"Even your hair."
I let out a faint smile, eyes dropping as I looked to the side, absentmindedly playing with my fingers.
Yeah… I knew it too.
Dad: "I think I know why you work up so fast when I told you she'd be your little sister."
I tensed for a second. He said it lightly, but the meaning behind it hit deep.
Of course he noticed.
Of course he knew.
Yuri: "I don't want her to be my little sister."
The words slipped out firm, honest — no hesitation.
Dad looked at me, not surprised. Just… tired. Maybe even a little sad.
Dad: "I know."
He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands together.
"But Yuri… it's time."
There was weight in those words — final, like a line was being drawn.
But my heart?
It refused to step behind it.
Dad: "It's time for you to enter our world."
The room felt colder somehow. The air shifted — heavier, sharper.
Our world.
Not the one she knows. Not the one most people see.
The one built on power, secrets, and consequences.
I looked up slowly, meeting his gaze.
I knew what he meant.
And I knew what it would cost.
But all I could think about…
was her.
Yuri: "Dad, I met Uncle Fernandez today… with her."
Dad (nods slowly): "Then I guess he told you the story?"
I hesitated, then gave a quiet "Umm…", still processing everything.
Yuri: "So… Renzo is the most dangerous now, right?"
Dad: "Yes, my son."
His voice was firm, serious now — no more smirks, no more warmth. Just the weight of truth.
"That's why we need to plan before he does anything — to our family… and to her."
He leaned forward, voice dropping to almost a whisper.
"She's his target. And we're connected… somehow. And that makes her part of this, whether we want it or not."
My fists clenched on instinct.
No way was I letting anyone touch her. Not Renzo. Not anyone.
Dad: "Yuri… you need to train."
His tone shifted — deeper, heavier, like he was unlocking a door I could never shut again.
"You need to know what I'm really doing. The deals, the risks… how dangerous everything actually is."
He stood up slowly, walking toward the window, eyes fixed on something far beyond it.
"No more shielding. No more pretending. It's time you see the real world — the blood, the fights… the real scenario."
He turned to me.
"If you're going to protect her — if you're going to survive this — you have to become something more than what you are now."
I swallowed hard.
This wasn't just a warning.
It was a beginning.
He left the study quietly, the door clicking shut behind him.
But inside, his mind wasn't quiet at all.
So many things tangled together — Renzo, the truth, the training, the danger.
Her.
He stepped into the bathroom, turned on the shower, letting the hot water run down and try to wash away the weight clinging to him.
But no matter how long he stood there… it didn't.
After changing into his pajamas, he dropped onto his bed, arm resting over his eyes.
But then—
That voice echoed again in his head, soft and fragile like a secret:
"Come back…" she had mumbled.
He sat up, unable to ignore it anymore.
Without thinking, his feet moved, carrying him down the hall.
To her door.
He opened it quietly.
There she was.
Still asleep.
Still calm.
Like the chaos outside her world hadn't touched her — not yet.
He stepped inside, barely breathing.
He walked over and slowly, carefully, laid down beside her—just close enough to feel her warmth, but not too close to wake her.
But the moment he settled in, she shifted.
As if her body knew before her mind, she turned toward him in her sleep, arms instinctively wrapping around him.
Her face pressed gently into his chest, breath even and soft.
He froze for a second—heart catching in his throat—then slowly relaxed, one arm wrapping around her protectively.
She was still sleeping. Still unaware.
But she found him.
Even in dreams.
And in that moment…
he wasn't going anywhere.
Wrapped in each other's warmth, the silence settled like a blanket around them.
Her breathing matched the rhythm of his heartbeat, steady and slow.
He held her close, feeling the way her presence calmed everything inside him — all the noise, all the fear, all the weight of what was coming.
And just like that…
they drifted into sleep.
Y/N's POV:
Morning light peeked through the curtains, warm and gentle on my face.
But it wasn't the sunlight that stirred me—
It was a soft, husky voice, low and close to my ear.
"Babe…"
"Bebe… wake up, you'll be late for class."
My eyes fluttered open, and there he was—
Yuri, sitting by my side, his smile lazy and warm, like he had all the time in the world just to look at me.
His fingers moved slowly through my hair, brushing it back with so much care it made my heart ache a little.
That simple gesture—
That moment—
Was the most comforting thing I'd ever received.
And maybe…
the safest I've ever felt.
I washed up, letting the cool water wake me fully, then stood in front of the mirror, doing some light, casual makeup — just enough to feel fresh.
I slipped into a fitted black top, paired it with my favorite faded grey loose jeans, and laced up my clean white Air Force 1s.
Simple. Comfy. Me.
Grabbing my bag, I slung it over my shoulder, gave myself one last look in the mirror… and exhaled.
I opened the door—
and there he was.
Yuri.
Leaning against the wall, waiting like he'd been there the whole time.
Like this was just… normal now.
Yuri: "Oh? How did you know I wear black tees?"
He smirked, eyes trailing down my outfit with a spark of amusement.
And there he was—
Loose black tee, faded jeans, and the exact same pair of white Air Force 1s.
We hadn't said a word to each other about what we were wearing. No planning, no hints.
But here we were.
Matching without meaning to.
I raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile too obviously, but the corner of my lips betrayed me.
Maybe it was just coincidence.
Or maybe…
we were already syncing more than we realized.
"Let's go," he said casually, and we walked side by side down the hallway, steps in sync like we'd done it a hundred times before.
Time skips to university
We parked the car and got out, the breeze catching my hair as we walked through the campus hallway.
It didn't take long to notice the stares — people looking, whispering, eyes flickering between us.
Then, without a word, he suddenly reached out and took my hand.
I blinked, surprised, my heart skipping for a beat too long.
I tried to pull away, just a little, uncertain.
But his grip only tightened — not forceful, just firm. Certain.
He looked ahead like nothing happened, but I could feel it —
the message in his hold.
I'm not letting go.
Not that far ahead, I spotted her—
Freya.
With her two usual shadows trailing beside her like always, fake laughter echoing down the hallway.
The moment her eyes landed on us, they widened in disbelief, and then… that face.
That smug, irritated, condescending expression I never liked seeing — the one that said "Really? Her?"
Before I could even react, Yuri's hand slid from mine and landed gently on my shoulder.
Then he pulled me closer, right against his side.
A silent statement.
No words needed.
But the look on Freya's face said it all.
And damn… it felt good.
The hallway buzzed like a beehive — sharp glances, louder whispers disguised as murmurs.
"Whaah, this transfer student is something…"
"And why did Yuri act like that?"
"She is such a bitch."
"She came out of nowhere and took our Yuri in a blink."
"Yurriii, don't fall for her… please."
Each word sliced the air like glass, and though they never said it to my face, their stares were just as loud — judging, bitter, filled with jealousy I never asked for.
I could feel my chest tightening, like their voices were trying to bury me.
But Yuri?
He walked with me like the hallway was empty.
Eyes forward. Calm. Confident.
His hand still rested on my shoulder, his presence like a shield —
and none of them dared to get close.
Unbothered.
Untouched.
Unshaken.
And maybe…
that's what burned them the most.
We stepped into the classroom, the energy shifting the moment the door clicked behind us.
The boys noticed right away — and of course, they didn't hold back.
Keif: "Ohhh, Yuri, Yuri… what is going on!"
He wiggled his eyebrows like a clown, clearly enjoying himself way too much.
Felix: "Damn… am I dreaming or did Mr. Ice-Heart just walk in with his girl like it's a drama intro?"
David (arms crossed, smirking): "Tch. Our most dangerous tiger turns into a cat. How cute."
Yuri just rolled his eyes, sighing with that lazy smirk on his lips.
He pulled out the chair next to his and gently motioned me to sit — unfazed by the teasing.
Yuri: "Better a cat with claws than a dog that barks too much."
The class erupted with laughter.
Boys stunned.
And me?
Trying really hard not to smile like an idiot.