A few weeks later…

J's wounds have healed, and there was no sign of any trouble for a while…of course, it doesn't last for much longer.

J was walking from school as usual…until he notices some thugs following him. As he walks, the number of thugs just keeps getting higher…so he runs into an empty alleyway.

Steeling himself, J looks at his surroundings. He's surrounded on both sides by ten…twenty…maybe even more thugs.

'Well…I did say that Senpai could hire more help…but I didn't think he'd actually do it,' J grits his teeth, getting ready for a fierce fight.


Meanwhile…

Hayakawa was making deliveries as usual when he overheard some girls from J's school.

"You know….J-Senpai is cute, isn't he?"

"Yeah…and so cool."

"You thinking about confessing to him?"

'What?' Hayakawa pauses.

"Well…maybe…but he's probably too busy."

"Oh, c'mon! Don't be like that! J-Senpai's not dating anyone!"

"M-maybe…"

As they walk away, Hayakawa can't help but feel angry as he too walks away to complete his last delivery.


Meanwhile…

J was currently panting, backed against a wall, several bruises and cuts making him bleed. He reaches for his phone, but he's suddenly pushed against the wall, his phone dropping onto the ground. On the screen was Hayakawa's name.

He was being held down against the wall by four guys while the others beat him up, punching and kicking while J tries to struggle.

One of the thugs picks up the phone, "Oh? Who were you going to call? Hayakawa? Who's that, your friend?"

J glares, gritting his teeth, not bothering to answer him.

"Well…he's not coming to save you, that's for sure…" he says. One of the thugs punches him in the gut, J gasping, falling limp. Then, he pulls J's head up by his hair, seeing the blood on the corner of J's mouth.

J grins, eyes challenging as he tastes the blood in his mouth, "What? Haven't beaten me up enough yet?"

"This is payback for what you did to us last time," he says as he readies a punch, pulling back his fist, about to launch it towards J's face, J closing his eyes, readying himself for what was coming… but it never came.

Opening his eyes, J sees a familiar face stopping the punch. "Hayakawa-san?"

The thug tries to pull back his fist, but Hayakawa's grip was strong, keeping him in place mad making him let go of J's hair, "Who're you?!"

Hayakawa smiles, "Just a concerned passerby…" before he punches the thug in the face, letting his grip loosen enough to let him go…flying into the crowd.

That left everyone speechless for a minute before the thugs yell, "Get him!"

As they swarm in, Hayakawa counters their attacks, punching and kicking back left and right. When it was over, almost all the thugs were either knocked out or groaning.

"Just so you know…that was self-defense," Hayakawa sighs as he turns towards the thugs who were still holding J, who immediately let go and ran away in fear.

J slipped down to the ground, battered and bloody before hugging his knees and panting heavily.

"You're lucky I was nearby. That could've ended a lot worse," Hayakawa stares at J with an intensity that could've frozen his soul.

"They took my phone before I could call you…m'sorry…" J mutters as he hugs his knees tighter.

Seeing J's phone on the ground, Hayakawa picks it up and hands it to him, "It's OK…"

J takes the phone and puts it in his pocket. Looking up, he sees Hayakawa offering him a hand, "Can you stand?"

Nodding, J takes his hand and stands up a bit shakily, so he leans on Hayakawa for support…until Hayakawa decides to pick him up like a princess.

"Wha-…what're you…?" J blushes but he's too tired and in pain to struggle, "Put me down!"

"You're too injured to walk…so just endure it until we get home," Hayakawa reasons as he carries J home, J hiding his face in Hayakawa's shirt.


Once home, Hayakawa kicks the door closed and puts J on the couch. Immediately after, he kisses J brutally, tongue forcibly opening his mouth, tasting the coppery taste of blood.

"Mm…nn…ow…" J hits his back repeatedly before he lets go, J gasping for breath as Hayakawa licks his lips.

Hayakawa strips J's clothes off until he's just in his boxers, revealing his bruised and battered body. "Hayakawa-san?" J calls as he trembles, seeing this side of his lover…especially the way Hayakawa looks at him. His eyes like that of a beast about to eat injured prey. But J has no strength left to stop him or fight back…

"Hayakawa-san…wai-wait! Stop…! Hayakawa-san!" J yells, 'Scary…!'

He ignores J's calls as he locks onto a wound, licking it before moving onto the rest. "Ah! Hayakawa-san…stop…st-…op…ah! No…!" J moans as he feels himself being licked and kissed all over, his hands clutching the couch.

Once Hayakawa was done devouring J, he holds his teary-eyed, trembling, and scared lover firmly in his arms, like he's afraid of losing him, "I guess I'm the jealous one now…"

"Huh?" J blinks at him, a few tears streaming down his face.

"I overheard some girls talking about you…about confessing to you… It ticks me off since you're already mine," Hayakawa growls, tightening his hold.

"Hayakawa-san…"

"I'm just as much yours as you are mine. Never forget that J," he kisses J on the forehead.

"I won't…" J smiles, not knowing whether he should be happy or scared.


After eating dinner, Hayakawa carries J to the bathroom. He suggests, "Why don't we take a bath together?"

"Huh…?"

"You're too sore to move much, right? So, I'll help you bathe," Hayakawa smiles brightly.

J…is blank-faced, "No thanks…I'll be fine doing it myself." He moves, quickly closing the door, but is blocked by Hayakawa's foot.

Hayakawa forcibly opens the door, "…Don't say that~. Let me help you," as he forces his way inside, shutting the door behind him.

And so… J ended up in the bathtub with Hayakawa. J sitting in between Hayakawa's legs, the both of them surrounded by hot water as J tries not to look at his lover, his ears red.

Hayakawa happily hums as he washes J's hair, lathering the shampoo plus conditioner before grabbing the shower hose, "Close your eyes."

J obeys, closing his eyes as Hayakawa turns on the water, gently rinsing J's hair. After turning off the water, Hayakawa pinches J's chin, turning J towards him and kissing him.

J blinks in surprise before turning away, "Can I…" he leaves off.

Hayakawa smiles, understanding his intentions, "Sure."

J turns towards Hayakawa, getting the shampoo plus conditioner, and lathers Hayakawa's hair. 'It's…surprisingly soft.'

Hayakawa closes his eyes as J rinses him off. J looks at him, 'Is he expecting a kiss back?' before saying, "You can open your eyes now…"

Opening his eyes, Hayakawa laughs, pulling J into his arms again.

After getting out of the tub, Hayakawa rubs J's hair dry with a towel, then J did the same for him. Only then did Hayakawa patch J up again.


When they got to the bedroom…

After putting on their boxers, Hayakawa puts his shirt onto J, having heard of the so-called "boyfriend shirt." Just looking at how his shirt is a bit saggy…that it's too big for J, covering his lower half while showing off his legs, made him smile.

J pouts at him, which is very cute in Hayakawa's opinion as they get under the covers.

Hayakawa holds J in his arms tight like he's holding a precious treasure as J huffs. "You going to call me next time?"

J sighs, "I doubt there'll be a 'next time' since you scared them half to death…"

"Was what I did overboard then?" Hayakawa blinks owlishly.

"In several ways…yes…" J mutters honestly.

"I've no regrets then… They got what they deserved for messing with you," Hayakawa says, J hearing the silent and unspoken with my lover.

"You don't need to protect me…I can protect myself," J stubbornly says.

"I know…but you won't accept my help…why exactly?" Hayakawa asks.

"…" J mutters under his breath but Hayakawa still hears him, "I just don't want to see you get hurt…"

"Hm…I promise to be careful from now on then…" Hayakawa promises as he lifted his pinky, "But you have to promise me as well. Be careful, OK?"

"Un," J nods and smiles, hooking his own picky with Hayakawa's and shaking it, completing the pinky promise.

"Still…" Hayakawa continues, "You should eat more. You're light."

J blinks owlishly at him, "Huh?"

"When I picked you up and carried you home, it felt like nothing, so…" Hayakawa expresses only to get a glare from J…and a pillow to the face.

"Don't talk about my weight," J glares.

"Sorry…" Hayakawa sweat-drops before pecking J on the lips, "Forgive me?"

J is silent before he says, "Yeah…and…" he pecks Hayakawa on the cheek, "thank you for saving me…" he closes his eyes and falls asleep.

Hayakawa stares at him, a slight blush on his cheeks before smiling, "You're welcome," as he too falls asleep, closing his eyes with his love in his arms.


The next morning…

J woke up alone. He looks for Hayakawa, but then sees a note, reading it aloud, "Good morning! I'll be back after work. J…rest up. I left food in the fridge. Heat it up in the microwave when you're hungry. -Hayakawa. P.S. I thought I told you to call me Tsubasa when we're alone…but oh well. Do what you want."

'I'll only call him that in bed…' J sighs as he takes a shower, tossing Hayakawa's shirt from last night somewhere and putting on a new shirt. He gets some food from the fridge, heating it up in the microwave.

After eating, J decides to do the laundry. Then, he heads to the bedroom, and lounges around, bored. 'There's nothing good on TV…'

Seeing Hayakawa's shirt, the one he discarded earlier, he puts it to his face and sniffs it. 'Smells like him…'

As he hugs a pillow along with the shirt, J wraps himself in the sheets and takes a nap.


When Hayakawa came home, he sees J asleep, clutching his shirt, he smiles and quietly leaves the room, not wanting to wake up his lover…but he does take a picture on his phone…for reasons.

After a few days of recovery, J's wounds healed, and he is now feared and thereby avoided by all thugs in the area.