If you get hurt

I'll try to make it better.

If you go down

Then we go down together.

"We Go Down Together" ~ Dove Cameron and Khalid

The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of the upcoming battle. The First Division prepared themselves mentally, some leaning against their bikes, others murmuring about Yotsuya Kaidan's growing numbers. This was the calm before the storm, the final moments of peace before the inevitable clash.

Hikari glanced over at Keisuke, her heart twisting at the sight. He'd been distant ever since Chifuyu found Ryusei tied up at the batting center in Yotsuya. Every time she'd ask about Ryusei, he deflected or changed the subject, leaving her with more questions than answers. Whatever he knew, he wasn't sharing it with her. He was keeping her out of it. She knew that for sure.

She understood, of course. He always took on the heaviest burdens alone, never wanting to worry her. And she knew Chifuyu was in on it, too, protecting her in his own way. As much as it annoyed her, it also touched her deeply. They were always looking out for her.

This fight, though? No way was she sitting this one out. Not with Ryusei involved. She wouldn't let herself believe he'd really switched sides, but it was the truth: he wasn't with them anymore. And now, she was about to fight someone who'd once been like family.

"He's their attack captain, Hikari," Keisuke told her that morning, his voice low and tense. "He's not Toman."

She fiddled with the buttons on her jacket sleeves, buttoning and unbuttoning, over and over. She had to remind herself why she was here, what she was fighting for.

"Hikari." Keisuke's voice broke her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see him standing a few feet away, his dark eyes focused on her. His usual cocky grin was nowhere to be found, replaced by a seriousness that unsettled her. "You ready?"

She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Yeah. I'm ready."

Hikari stepped closer to his bike, her hand brushing against his arm as she climbed on behind him. The familiar feel of the leather seat beneath her, his solid warmth in front of her—it was comforting in a way that words couldn't describe. Her arms wrapped around his waist, and for a moment, the weight of what was coming melted away. It was just the two of them again, like it always had been.

"Hang on tight," he murmured, glancing back.

"I always do," she replied, voice steady.

The First Division roared to life, engines growling as they shot down the streets toward the meeting point. Adrenaline pumped through Hikari's veins. This wasn't just a gang fight. It was about family, about defending the people who mattered. And it was about facing someone she never thought she'd have to fight.

*

The clash was immediate and brutal. The air filled with dust, and the sounds of fists and feet against flesh echoed through the abandoned lot. Hikari dodged and struck, her body moving on instinct as she took down Yotsuya members left and right. But her mind was fixed on one thing: finding Ryusei.

Her eyes scanned the chaotic mass, searching for a familiar face. Chifuyu was nearby, locked in a fight with two Yotsuya guys. Keisuke was further ahead, already taking on the top fighters with his usual reckless abandon.

Chaos swirled around her, and her vision filled with the blur of fists and feet. Her ears rang with the sound of bodies hitting the ground and angry shouts. The heat of the fight was in full swing now, Toman's First Division pitted against Yotsuya Kaidan's overwhelming numbers. Her muscles burned, her lungs heaving as she ducked and weaved through the crowd, delivering swift kicks and punches to anyone who dared challenge her.

She spotted Ryusei earlier, standing across the lot, fighting alongside Yotsuya. The sight knocked the breath out of her, cold and sharp. Ryusei—her friend—in the enemy's colors again. Every part of her wanted to believe it was a mistake, that he'd come to his senses. But when she saw him facing off with Chifuyu, the worry turned to something else: urgency.

From the way they moved, she could tell they weren't fighting to hurt each other—yet. Each blow was controlled, like a test. Chifuyu was trying to reach him, not beat him, and Hikari knew she had to get there before it turned into something neither could walk away from.

But these damn Yotsuya punks were getting in her way.

She drove her elbow into an opponent's gut, sending him sprawling. Another swung at her—she ducked, swept his legs out, and sent him crashing into a stack of crates.

"Get out of my goddamn way, you assholes!" she snarled, her foot connecting with the ribs of the next guy who dared to block her path. Each step felt like a mile, and every second that passed made her more anxious.

Finally, her eyes narrowed as she saw Ryusei hesitate, his guard dropping just for a split second. Chifuyu took the opportunity, stepping in closer, his fists lowering as his voice rose above the noise of the fight.

"Ryusei!" Chifuyu's shout carried through the chaos, his voice sharp with determination. "You're not Yotsuya! This isn't you!"

Ryusei faltered, his movements slowing, but he didn't drop his stance. "Shut up," he muttered, but his voice lacked the venom it should've had.

Hikari saw the opening and pushed harder through the crowd, frustration mounting as yet another Yotsuya idiot tried to grab her. "Oh, come the fuck on…" She spun on her heel, planting a firm kick into his side and sending him sprawling. "You guys are really starting to piss me off!"

Finally, she broke through the last of the Yotsuya members and reached Chifuyu, her eyes meeting his in a brief, wordless exchange. He nodded, understanding her intent. They were in this together, united in their determination to save Ryusei.

Chifuyu's voice dropped lower, his tone more urgent now. "You're not one of them, Ryusei. You're First Division. You're Toman."

Ryusei shook his head, his fists still raised. "I'm your enemy now. Just accept it."

"No, you're not!" Chifuyu cut him off, stepping closer, his gaze fierce. "You think we're gonna turn our backs on you? You think Baji-san is just going to give up on you and let you walk away?"

Hikari's heart pounded in her chest as she finally reached them. She stepped up beside Chifuyu, her gaze locked on Ryusei. He looked conflicted, his eyes darting between them, although his fists were still raised in defense.

"Ryusei," Hikari said, her voice softer now, but filled with urgency. "Chifuyu's right. You're Toman. You're one of us. No matter what."

For a long moment, Ryusei didn't move. His eyes flickered with doubt, with guilt. But slowly, his fists began to lower, his arms dropping to his sides as the weight of their words sank in.

"I... I have to save Kojiro," he admitted. His best friend, deeply troubled and haunted by the shadow of his older brother, was spiraling out of control. He had to save Kojiro from himself.

Hikari stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently grasp his arm. "Then come back. You don't have to be alone in this. Let us help you."

For a moment, it seemed like he might argue, might push them away again. But then, with a heavy sigh, Ryusei nodded, his fists unclenching as the fight drained out of him.

Just as the tension seemed to release, Kojiro, the second in command currently leading Yotsuya Kaidan, charged toward them with a knife, his face twisted with fury. He swung wildly at Ryusei, but Ryusei moved without hesitation, knocking him out with a single, powerful punch.

The chaos around them came to an anticlimactic halt, Yotsuya froze as their leader crumpled to the ground, out cold.

Hikari's breath hitched in her throat, a wave of relief washing over her as the battle finally ended. She glanced over at Keisuke, who stood a few paces away, dirt and sweat streaked across his face. His expression softened, pride and relief flickering in his eyes as he watched Ryusei knock Kojiro out. For the first time all week, his shoulders seemed to relax, the tension easing as Ryusei finally came back to them.

They won. Not just the fight, but Ryusei.

And as the dust settled, Hikari realized something else. They hadn't just saved Ryusei, they had saved themselves, too. The First Division was whole once more.