Scene 1: Invitation or Threat?
The letter in Yuuji's locker felt heavy in his hands. The words were simple:
Midnight. The Old Warehouse. Come alone.
Yuuji exhaled, folding the paper.
"Trouble's coming," he muttered.
Aoi Kanzaki, who had been leaning casually against the lockers, smirked.
"You gonna run?"
Yuuji scoffed. "You know me better than that."
Aoi's eyes gleamed. "Good. Because this is your first real test."
Yuuji raised an eyebrow. "You know who sent this?"
Aoi pushed off the lockers, stretching her arms. "Probably the Black Fangs."
Yuuji frowned. "You're awfully calm about this."
Aoi chuckled. "Because I want to see if you can survive."
Yuuji smirked. "Guess I'll have to entertain you, then."
Scene 2: A Midnight Ambush
The old warehouse was dead silent when Yuuji arrived.
A single light flickered inside, casting long shadows against the concrete walls.
He stepped in cautiously, his senses sharp.
Then—footsteps.
Four figures stepped out from the shadows.
Their leader—a tall, sharp-eyed guy with a **scar across his cheek—**grinned.
"Kisaragi."
Yuuji tilted his head. "And you are?"
The scarred guy smirked. "Tetsuya. Second-in-command of the Black Fangs."
Yuuji raised an eyebrow. "Didn't expect the Black Fangs to send a welcoming committee."
Tetsuya chuckled. "This isn't a welcome. It's a warning."
Yuuji's eyes narrowed.
Tetsuya gestured to his men.
"You beat Renji. You disrespected Sayaka. And now Kaito's got his eye on you. That's a problem."
Yuuji exhaled. "So what, you gonna jump me?"
Tetsuya grinned. "More like—"
He moved.
Fast.
A fist lashed out toward Yuuji's face.
Yuuji dodged, but—
Another guy attacked from behind.
Yuuji barely twisted his body, avoiding the blow.
A third punch crashed into his ribs.
Pain flared through his side.
Shit—
They weren't playing fair.
Scene 3: Outnumbered, Not Outmatched
Yuuji stumbled back, shaking off the pain.
Tetsuya grinned. "What's wrong, Kisaragi? Thought you were a fighter."
Yuuji spat blood onto the floor.
Then, he smirked.
"I am."
Tetsuya's grin faltered.
Then—Yuuji attacked.
First punch—straight to the nearest guy's jaw.
A crack echoed through the warehouse.
Second punch—into the stomach of the next guy.
The thug gasped, collapsing.
Tetsuya's eyes narrowed. "You little—"
He lunged forward.
Yuuji ducked, his body moving instinctively.
Tetsuya's fist whizzed past his head.
Yuuji retaliated—a sharp kick to Tetsuya's ribs.
Tetsuya staggered.
The remaining thug tried to rush him, but—
Yuuji sidestepped, slamming his elbow into the guy's temple.
The thug collapsed.
Only Tetsuya was left.
The two stared at each other.
The tension was thick.
Then—Tetsuya smirked.
"You're interesting, Kisaragi."
Yuuji cracked his knuckles. "You done talking?"
Tetsuya exhaled. "For now. But this was just a message."
He dusted himself off, then grinned.
"The real fight comes later."
Then, just like that, he turned and walked away.
Yuuji stood there, his body buzzing with adrenaline.
His first warning from the Black Fangs.
And it wouldn't be the last.
Scene 4: A Midnight Visitor
Later that night, Yuuji sat in his small apartment, bandaging his ribs.
A knock on the window made him frown.
He turned—and froze.
Sayaka Izumi stood outside, perched on the fire escape.
Her violet eyes glowed under the moonlight.
Yuuji sighed. "Do people not use doors anymore?"
Sayaka smirked. "I didn't feel like waiting."
She climbed in, sitting on his desk.
Yuuji leaned back. "So? What do you want?"
Sayaka studied him, then exhaled.
"Tetsuya jumped you, didn't he?"
Yuuji frowned. "You already knew?"
Sayaka shrugged. "I warned you, Kisaragi. The Black Fangs don't like rejection."
Yuuji smirked. "Then I guess I'll just keep pissing them off."
Sayaka's eyes sharpened.
"You don't get it."
Yuuji raised an eyebrow. "Then explain it to me."
Sayaka exhaled. "Kaito isn't like the others. He's a different breed."
Yuuji chuckled. "You saying I should be scared?"
Sayaka's lips pressed into a thin line.
"I'm saying… if you keep this up, you'll end up dead."
Yuuji stared at her.
Then, he grinned.
"Then I just have to get stronger, right?"
Sayaka blinked.
Then—she laughed.
It was soft, almost genuine.
"You really are reckless."
Yuuji smirked. "And you like that about me."
Sayaka rolled her eyes. "Don't push your luck, Kisaragi."
Then, before she left—she leaned down.
For a brief second, her lips brushed against his ear.
"Be careful."
Then, just like that, she was gone.
Yuuji sat there, heartbeat pounding.
What the hell was that?
Scene 5: The Next Step
The next morning, Yuuji stood outside the school, hands in his pockets.
Aoi walked up beside him, sipping a can of coffee.
"You look like you had a rough night."
Yuuji sighed. "You have no idea."
Aoi smirked. "So? What's next?"
Yuuji exhaled.
He clenched his fists.
If Kaito wanted to play games…
Then he'd play.
But on his own terms.
No more warnings.
No more waiting.
It was time to fight back.