Scene Shift: Hanamitchi Residence – Y/N's Room
The room was quiet.
Too quiet.
The kind of silence that made the clock ticks sound like thunder in her ears.
She sat on the floor, knees tucked to her chest, back against the edge of her bed. The lights were dim, a small lamp casting a soft golden hue.
Her hands were clasped tightly together, knuckles white.
Eyes closed.
Lips trembling as she whispered words only the walls could hear.
Y/N: "Please… please keep him safe."
"Let him come back to me. Just one more time."
Her thoughts were chaotic — images of Yuri standing alone in the dark, blood on his hands, eyes burning like they did when he was serious.
She didn't care about gangs. Or fights. Or history.
She just wanted him.
She stared at the clock.
Each minute that passed felt like an hour.
Her heart thudded painfully in her chest — a rhythm that only he could calm.
And yet now, he was out there…
Alone. In King's Ground Vs with KIKO
She leaned her head back, whispering again — softer, like a sacred promise to herself:
"I'll wait for you, Yuri… no matter what."
Scene: Back at King's Ground
The ring was now fully formed — a wide open circle of cracked concrete and rough dirt surrounded by shadows.
Crowds had gathered in silence, watching from above on rusted platforms and broken scaffolding. Cigarette smoke curled through the air, the only thing that moved besides the quiet shifting of boots.
Yuri stood in the center, rolling his shoulders, his jaw set. His dark eyes scanned Kiko with complete stillness — but inside, a storm was brewing.
His mind, despite the noise, wandered back to her.
To her teary eyes.
To the way she whispered "Come back safe…"
He closed his eyes for just a second.
For her.
Then opened them with ice in his veins.
Leader mode: activated.
Kiko stepped forward, cracking his knuckles.
He smirked.
Kiko: "This is for what you did to me, Yuri."
Yuri: "No, this is for the girl you tried to hurt."
"I'm not doing this for me."
Gasps stirred in the crowd — no one expected him to say that.
Kiko growled, with his scars on his face — the mark from that past fight.
Referee (one of the ring officials, with a loud voice):
"This fight ends when one bleeds out or taps out. No rules. No backup. Just the two."
Keif whispered to Felix:
"He's not just fighting ,he's fighting for love."
And just like that—
The bell rang.
Kiko charged.
Yuri didn't move.
He just stood still—waiting. Watching. Calculating.
Because this time…
He wasn't the same Yuri they used to know.
This was Shadow — fighting not for pride… but for her.
Scene: The Fight Begins — King's Ground
The instant Kiko charged, the floor trembled with each step.
He was fast, but Yuri was faster.
In one swift motion, Yuri pivoted, sidestepped, and slammed his elbow into Kiko's ribs — sharp, clean, and brutal.
Kiko: "Tch—!"
The crowd roared, some cheering, some gasping.
Kiko spun around and threw a wild hook. Yuri ducked.
Another swing — Yuri blocked it with his forearm and landed a powerful jab to Kiko's jaw.
Crack.
Blood.
Yuri stepped back, breathing steady.
His fists up, his eyes unreadable.
Kiko, wiping blood from his mouth, snarled:
"You think you're some hero now?"
Yuri: "I'm not trying to be a hero."
"I'm just done letting people like you hurt what's mine."
Kiko roared, fueled by rage, and rushed again — fists flying.
This time, he managed to land a punch on Yuri's side.
Yuri grunted, body flinching slightly, but didn't fall.
He retaliated instantly with a kick to Kiko's thigh, forcing him off balance — then grabbed him by the collar and slammed him hard to the ground.
The floor shook.
Felix muttered under his breath:
"Damn… this isn't the Yuri we knew. He's fighting like his life depends on it."
Kiko gasped for breath beneath Yuri's grip.
But then—
With a sudden surge, he flipped Yuri over and got on top, swinging punch after punch — some landing, others blocked.
Blood now coated both of them.
Yuri's lip was split, and Kiko's left eye was nearly swollen shut.
But then—
A flash of Y/N's face crossed Yuri's mind.
Her tear.
Her voice.
"Please come back safe."
His eyes snapped open, burning.
With a growl, he caught Kiko's arm mid-swing and twisted it, shoving him off and tackling him into the ground.
Fist. After. Fist.
Yuri unleashed everything.
Pain.
Anger.
Fear.
Love.
One final punch.
Kiko's body collapsed — motionless, breath heaving.
Silence filled the ring.
Then —
The referee raised Yuri's hand.
Referee: "WINNER — SHADOW."
The crowd erupted.
But Yuri didn't celebrate.
He just stood up, blood dripping from his mouth, chest rising and falling.
His eyes scanned the sky above the warehouse.
And he whispered—
"I'm coming home, babe."
Scene: Post-Fight Victory — Outside King's Ground
The tension shattered as Keif, Felix, and David ran toward the ring, voices echoing through the hollow warehouse.
Keif: "LET'S GOOOOO!! That's our boy!!"
Felix: "YURI FREAKIN' HANAMITCHI!!"
David: "KING OF THE DAMN GROUND!"
They circled him, clapping his back, grinning ear to ear despite the blood on his face.
Yuri, still catching his breath, turned to them — his lip bruised, but a soft smile tugging at the corner.
Yuri: "Thanks for watching my back."
Felix: "Always, boss."
Keif: "We're brothers. You bleed, we bleed."
They helped him into the car, wrapping his knuckles, tossing him a bottle of water.
No words were needed — just that unbreakable bond of fighters, of family.
Hanamitchi residence
The car pulled in quietly under the moonlight.
Yuri stepped out, slower now — the pain setting in, but his heart aching more for someone else than his wounds.
Felix from the driver's seat:
"Get some rest, man. She's waiting."
Yuri nodded, gave them a final wave, and walked toward the door — his hoodie stained, his steps heavy, but his soul light.
Because he made it back.
To her.
The grand halls of the Hanamitchi residence stood quiet, dimly lit by the nightlights tucked into the walls. Every step Yuri took echoed softly — the sound of heavy boots on marble, echoing like a heartbeat.
His hoodie was drawn low, shadowing the bruises and the fresh cut along his brow. Blood crusted along the corner of his lips, but he wiped it gently with the sleeve. His knuckles throbbed. His ribs ached.
Yet he moved like nothing happened.
Head low.
Hands tucked into his pockets.
The proud, undefeated leader of Shadow… now just a boy trying not to get caught by his dad.
He passed by the study.
The door creaked slightly open.
He held his breath… then exhaled softly when he saw the room was empty.
His back stuck to the cold wall as he slid through the corridor, avoiding every sound.
Even the slightest creak on the floor made him wince.
But he had only one mission —
Get to her.
His feet moved faster the closer he got to her door.
His heart beat louder, not from pain… but from longing.
He stopped in front of her room, took a deep breath, and rested his forehead gently against the door for a moment.
His hoodie still on, his sweat cooling into his skin, but he didn't care.
He whispered under his breath —
"I'm home, babe."
Then slowly… quietly… he turned the knob.
Y/N POV:
I was pacing back and forth like a clock gone wild.
Midnight was just five minutes away.
Every second that passed felt like a drumbeat in my chest.
I couldn't sit anymore.
Couldn't stay still.
My mind was running to the worst places —
What if something happened? What if he—
No.
I shook my head, grabbed my jacket, and marched toward the door.
Just as I reached for the handle—
Crick.
The knob turned on its own.
I froze.
Heart pounding in my ears.
The door slowly creaked open…
And there he was.
Yuri.
Hood pulled low.
Sweat clinging to his skin.
He looked like hell — but he was here.
Our eyes met.
His lips curved into the softest, weakest smile… the kind you only give the one you've been dying to come home to.
I didn't wait.
I didn't speak.
I ran into his arms and held him like I'd never let go.
My hands clutched his hoodie.
His arms wrapped around me slowly, gently, like I was made of glass.
He was trembling.
So was I.
But right now…
We were whole.
Scene: Y/N's Room — After the Fight
They stood there for a moment, holding onto each other like the world outside didn't exist.
His voice was low, rough, but full of warmth.
Yuri: "Babe… I'm home. I made it. The promise I made to you…"
Y/N: "Thank you, Yuri…"
She held his hand tightly, her fingers trembling as she gently pulled him toward the bed.
They sat at the edge together — the silence loud, but safe.
Y/N slowly reached for the edge of his hood.
Yuri flinched just slightly, but didn't stop her.
She pulled it down…
And there he was.
Her Yuri.
Blood on his lip.
A cut across his brow.
Sweat still dripping from his hair, sticking to his forehead.
Her breath caught.
Eyes widened.
Y/N: "Yuri…"
She reached up, brushing his damp hair back, her fingertips so light it felt like a whisper against his bruised skin.
He looked down — ashamed, maybe — until her hand lifted his chin gently.
Their eyes locked.
No words.
Just a shared pain, a shared relief.
Y/N: "Why didn't you let me treat you before?"
Yuri (softly): "Because I needed to see you first."
"Before anything else."
Y/N stood, crossing her arms with a dramatic huff.
Yuri, still sitting at the edge of the bed, looked up at her like a puppy caught red-handed.
Y/N: "Yuri, let's go to your room."
Yuri: "Huh?" he blinked innocently, then smirked,
"You wanna do stuff in my room?"
Her eyes widened, and she smacked his shoulder lightly.
Y/N: "Shut up, Yuri! I need to treat your wounds."
"Let's change your dress first."
Yuri grinned, lifting a brow.
Yuri: "Ohh~ you want me to change my dress… by your hands?"
She groaned and grabbed a pillow, ready to swing.
Y/N: "YURIIIIII—"
Yuri held up both hands like surrender.
Yuri: "Sorry! Sorry! Just kidding!"
But his teasing smile never faded.
She rolled her eyes but couldn't help the little smile tugging at her lips.
Even with bruises and blood…
He was still her idiot.
Scene: Yuri's Room – A Quiet Moment of Care
Y/N stood in the soft silence of his room, the distant hum of the shower running behind the bathroom door.
She looked around, taking in every detail of Yuri's space — it was neat, almost too neat for someone as chaotic as him in personality.
His books were lined up in a perfect row, corners of notebooks precisely stacked.
A photo frame sat beside his lamp, turned slightly, as if half-hidden — maybe a memory he wasn't ready to share.
She walked toward his drawer and gently opened it, fingers grazing the smooth fabric as she pulled out his favorite set —
a black vest and soft grey sweatpants.
It was simple.
But that was the version of Yuri she loved the most — not the leader of Shadow, not the fighter in the ring…
but the boy in a vest and sweats who teased her endlessly.
She placed the clothes neatly on his bed, smoothing them out, her fingers lingering for just a second longer.
Then she sat at the edge, quietly waiting.
She didn't need music.
Didn't need words.
Just him — to step out of that shower safe and sound.
The door to the bathroom opened with a soft click, steam trailing behind him like a silent whisper.
Yuri stepped out, towel sitting low on his waist, water dripping down from his damp hair, trailing along his neck, down his collarbones.
A teasing smile curved on his lips as his eyes met hers.
Yuri: "Well, well… look who's still here waiting for me."
Y/N stood up, avoiding his gaze and held out the neatly folded clothes.
Y/N: "Here. Put these on."
He took them, smirking as he unfolded the vest.
Yuri: "You picked this for me?"
Y/N: "Umm…" she looked away, cheeks barely flushed.
Yuri: "But I kinda prefer being like this."
He stretched his arms slightly, the towel shifting just enough to make her turn around fast.
Y/N: "Yuri! Stop it!"
"Don't forget… you still have a punishment waiting for what you've done tonight."
He laughed softly, low and playful.
Yuri: "Awww… Miss is dangerous now."
He stepped a bit closer, voice softer—
"But I love punishment… especially when it's from you."
She shot him a glare, but the smile playing on her lips betrayed her.
Y/N: "Say one more word and I'll make you—
But her words were cut off as his lips landed on hers.
Soft.
Warm.
Urgent — but careful.
His hands slid around her waist, guiding her gently back toward the bed.
She sat down without even realizing it, her hands resting on his chest, heart pounding in sync with his.
He leaned in just a little more…
And then he pulled away.
His forehead rested lightly against hers, both of them catching their breath.
His eyes, no longer teasing, no longer guarded — only soft, only full of her.
Yuri (whispering): "Can't help it, miss…"
His fingers tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as he stared at her like she was his entire world.
Yuri: "You're the only thing that made tonight worth surviving."
The room fell quiet —
except for their breathing.
Their hearts.
Without a word, Y/N reached for his hand and gently pulled him down beside her.
He didn't resist — just followed, eyes never leaving her face.
She picked up the vest she had chosen earlier, and with calm, almost practiced hands, she slid it over his arms and guided it down his shoulders, careful of any bruises she spotted along the way.
He watched her in silence.
No teasing now.
Just the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and the way her touch felt like peace in the middle of a war.
Y/N (softly): "You're always reckless."
Yuri: "But you're always here to fix me."
She didn't respond.
Just brushed the edge of the vest down, smoothing the fabric against him, then lifted his face to hers.
she reached for the first aid kit by the bedside drawer — already familiar with where it was.
Because this wasn't the first time.
And maybe not the last.
But this time, she was determined —
to make sure he knew he wasn't fighting alone anymore.