A/N - Merry Christmas to Mellie, the best Kasanoda ever.
The Greatest Evil
Ritsu Kasanoda was not usually one to show fear, he had mastered that years ago as a good future yakuza lord should, and refused to be a slave to anything - even his emotions. It was far better to strike first, even if you were outnumbered, and die fighting rather than let yourself be perceived as weak - or, that was what his father had always taught him.
He was destined to face countless foes across the blood-soaked battlefield of gang warfare, had already convinced an entire school that he was a fierce and deadly force to be reckoned with, and done it all without ever breaking his composure, and yet this... this was more than he had ever dreamed of facing.
Sweat ran down his back in cold trickles, eyes darting left and right down the corridor as he checked his escape route was clear. Step quickening to an almost ungraceful run as he made a break for it, heart pounding fast and flighty in the hope that he would make it to freedom before.
"Bossonova~!"
Oh God, no.
He froze in place, blood turning to ice in his veins as he turned to view the thing that had come to haunt his worst nightmares - a blond Host King holding a brand new outfit.