Scene: The Kiss That Shattered Silence
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The hall remained silent, the world beyond those thick doors forgotten.
In the arms of Shu Kurenai, Valt Aoi had found a stillness amidst the storm—a sanctuary made of trembling hands, tear-streaked cheeks, and breaths that refused to calm.
But something ached deep in Valt's chest.
Not guilt.
Not fear.
It was love. Twisting, warm, urgent. He had never said it. Had never dared. But now, with Shu clinging to him like the earth itself would fall away… he didn't want to wait anymore.
So he pulled back, just slightly—enough to breathe the same air, to meet Shu's stormy crimson eyes that were still damp, angry, aching.
"Shu," he whispered, reaching up with both hands to cup Shu's face, fingers trembling. "You don't have to be scared. I'm not going anywhere. Ever."
Before Shu could respond, Valt leaned up and pressed the softest kiss to Shu's cheek.
Then another.
And another.
His lips fluttered gently over the corner of Shu's eye, down to his jaw, over a fading tear trail—light, reverent, comforting.
"Valt…" Shu's voice came out hoarse.
But Valt didn't stop. He pressed one last kiss just beneath Shu's eye, his fingers brushing away the moisture there, his breath warm against Shu's skin.
That was it.
That broke Shu's restraint.
With a low, needy groan, Shu's large hands suddenly gripped Valt's hips and pulled him forward, slamming their bodies together in one swift, desperate motion.
And then—
Their lips crashed.
It wasn't gentle.
It wasn't hesitant.
It was everything Shu had been holding back—anger, love, desperation, need—all pouring into Valt's lips like a dam finally breaking.
Valt gasped against his mouth, but melted instantly, wrapping his arms tightly around Shu's neck as their kiss deepened. Shu's hands were possessive on Valt's waist, pulling him flush against his chest, as if trying to fuse them together.
He kissed Valt like the world was ending.
Like Valt was oxygen.
Like this was long, long overdue.
When they finally pulled apart, breaths panting, foreheads pressed together, Shu's voice was thick, low, and barely restrained.
> "You're mine, Valt. I don't care about WBBA, or her, or anyone else. You belong to me."
Valt's eyes fluttered, lips slightly swollen, face flushed. "Shu—"
> "You don't get to disappear on me again," Shu growled, gently but firmly. "You don't get to walk beside someone else like I'm not standing right here."
His hand slid to the back of Valt's neck, fingers splayed against soft blue strands.
"I've waited years for you. If you leave again, I swear—Valt, I will chase you. To the edge of the earth. I'll drag you back myself."
Valt swallowed hard, heart pounding.
But there was no fear in his eyes.
Only heat.
Only truth.
"…Then don't let me go," he whispered.
Shu stared at him for a breathless moment.
Then he smiled—crooked, feral, beautiful. His voice dropped to a low murmur.
> "I won't."
And then he kissed him again.
Softer. Slower. But just as hungry.
Scene: Possession, Promises, and Realization
(Continuation)
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Shu's lips lingered on Valt's for a final heartbeat before he pulled away—reluctantly, his hands still possessively locked around Valt's waist.
Valt was flushed. His cheeks dusted a soft pink, blue hair gently tousled from Shu's fingers, and lips slightly swollen from the fervent kiss. He blinked up at Shu, dazed and radiant.
Shu, on the other hand, looked far too smug for someone who had just barged into a global WBBA meeting.
"Shu…" Valt mumbled, heart still racing as he lightly tapped Shu's chest. "I really have to go back in."
Shu raised a brow, arms refusing to loosen. "Let them wait."
Valt huffed, laughing under his breath as he nudged his forehead against Shu's chest. "They're already scared of you, I think that's enough damage for one morning."
Shu leaned down, voice low and unapologetically possessive, "Then I'm coming with you."
Valt blinked up at him.
Shu's smirk widened. "So all those old men and that clingy manager of yours stay ten feet away from what's mine."
Valt laughed, a warm, quiet sound that slipped past his lips like sunlight. "You're so dramatic."
Shu grinned. "Only when it comes to you."
Valt's eyes softened as he leaned up again, brushing a soft, affectionate kiss on Shu's lips this time—gentler, lingering. "Kristin's just my manager," he murmured. "She's way older than me—like a big sister. Nothing more. Never was."
Shu's jaw relaxed slightly, though his eyes still narrowed with a glint of territorial heat. "Good," he said flatly. "Because I was this close to dragging you out of the country."
Valt smirked, bumping their foreheads together again before slowly stepping out of Shu's grip—though Shu's hand instinctively lingered at the small of Valt's back as they began walking toward the boardroom again.
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Inside the Meeting Room
The officials had begun to nervously shuffle documents again. Kristin stood by the far end of the room, hands clenched around her tablet as her sharp eyes flicked toward the door.
And then—
It opened.
Valt stepped back in, composed, glowing—his shirt slightly wrinkled, lips a little too pink, but smile unwavering.
Shu followed right behind him, calm, dignified, but with a deadly softness in his eyes that said, touch him and die.
The room quieted at their entrance. Kristin straightened, taking a step forward instinctively toward Valt.
But then Shu's hand casually settled at the small of Valt's back again.
Just that simple, quiet move.
And Valt didn't flinch. Didn't move away. He even leaned ever so slightly into Shu's touch—unconsciously. Naturally.
Kristin stopped in her tracks.
She forced a tight smile and gestured to the head seat. "Valt, we can begin now."
Valt nodded politely, taking his seat—Shu calmly settling into the chair directly beside him like he owned it.
Kristin sat down more slowly this time, the corner of her eye twitching as she took in the way Valt leaned a little toward Shu, whispered something only he could hear, and laughed softly when Shu responded with a smirk.
She clenched her tablet a little harder beneath the table.
It hit her then.
Not in a sharp pang, but a slow, dull ache in her chest.
She had never really had Valt—not the way she told herself she did. He had always smiled kindly, been respectful, affectionate in his way. But never like that.
Never like how he smiled at Shu.
The touches, the loyalty, the softness—those were never hers to reach for.
Kristin lowered her eyes as the meeting resumed, that weight curling in her stomach like lead.
She was just a side note in a story that had always been theirs.
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WBBA Grand Boardroom – Mid-Morning
Tension spread through the air like a lightning storm waiting to explode. What was supposed to be a prestigious and orderly WBBA meeting had morphed into something else entirely.
It wasn't the topic of discussion that had everyone distracted.
It was them.
Shu Kurenai—uninvited, unreadable, and unapologetically territorial—sat beside World Champion Valt Aoi like a guard dog with crimson eyes. Though he didn't speak much, his presence said everything.
From the moment the meeting resumed, every single person who dared let their eyes linger on Valt too long was met with a death glare from Shu—calm, slow, and so intense it had more than one executive blinking and looking anywhere else.
Even the Chairman fumbled his pen once when Shu's gaze silently reminded him to "watch it."
But Shu's real target… was Kristin Castillo.
Valt's longtime manager sat two chairs away, shoulders stiff, lips pressed in a forced smile. Every time she tried to make eye contact with Valt, every time her hand twitched as if to pass him a document or nudge his arm—
Shu's hand would tighten slightly on Valt's thigh.
Yes. His hand. On Valt's thigh.
The entire time.
Casual to the untrained eye, but to Kristin—and everyone else—it was a loud, clear warning.
Mine. Don't try it.
Valt, naturally flustered, would glance at Shu with a light blush but never pushed his hand away. In fact… he never even tried. More than once, he unconsciously leaned toward him or let their knees touch under the table.
Kristin cleared her throat. "Valt, about the upcoming exhibition match—"
Before she could finish, Shu leaned in ever so slightly and murmured something into Valt's ear. His voice was low, his breath warm against Valt's skin.
Valt chuckled under his breath, completely distracted, turning to whisper something back—clearly amused.
Kristin blinked. "Valt?"
"Oh—right, yeah, exhibition," Valt said quickly, trying to compose himself, though his ears were bright red and his lips still curved into a soft grin.
Shu smirked, victorious.
Kristin clenched her stylus.
Throughout the meeting, Valt's focus kept drifting—not to the charts or projections—but to the slow circles Shu was tracing on his thigh beneath the table.
He squirmed just slightly, shooting Shu a look that said please behave—only for Shu to raise an eyebrow as if to say make me.
Valt sighed.
A small, helpless smile tugged at his lips.
Meanwhile, Kristin watched all of it happen with quiet agony. The way Valt looked at Shu—eyes bright, full of warmth and trust, the same way he'd never looked at her. The way Shu leaned in like he knew every inch of Valt's body and soul already. The way Valt let him.
She sat through the rest of the meeting in silence, her mind replaying the moment outside the boardroom doors—Valt's flushed cheeks, Shu's wild eyes, the raw, emotional kiss she hadn't meant to see.
And now, sitting in this cold room filled with global officials and numbers on screens, Kristin finally saw the truth she had refused to face:
She had never stood a chance.
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Scene: The Meeting from Hell (for Shu's Self-Control)
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WBBA Headquarters – Grand Meeting Room
The projector buzzed softly in the background, screens flashing with statistics, proposals, and future international tournaments. Seated at the head of the curved conference table, Valt Aoi wore his role as World Champion like a second skin—composed, elegant, and effortlessly radiant.
His striking blue hair framed his face perfectly, his fitted black shirt accentuating the lines of his toned form, and his soft, deep voice—kind, thoughtful, confident—filled the room with a warm, steady rhythm.
"Ah, for the Europe branch proposal," Valt was saying, "I think we should adjust the bracket slightly. That way, younger bladers don't face seeded legends in the early rounds. It'll help them grow with confidence."
The heads nodded in agreement, charmed by his logic—and his voice.
That voice.
Smooth as silk, low but vibrant, the kind that made people lean in without realizing. And Shu Kurenai—sitting beside him—was barely surviving it.
Shu stared at him.
He couldn't not. Every little tilt of Valt's head, every casual smile, every time his lips curved around a thoughtful point—
It made Shu want to drag him under the table and kiss the daylights out of him.
His grip on Valt's thigh tightened subtly, fingers curling just slightly.
Valt faltered—just a flicker in his voice, a half-second stutter—before continuing his sentence as though nothing had happened.
Shu smirked.
He noticed that.
And then Shu's hand started moving again, rubbing slow, circular motions along Valt's inner thigh under the long tablecloth, deliberate and far too sensual to be innocent.
Valt's breath caught.
He shot Shu a wide-eyed glance that clearly screamed "Are you serious right now?!"
Shu simply raised an eyebrow in return and leaned in slightly—his mouth close to Valt's ear.
"Keep talking like that, and I swear, I'll have you moaning that voice in my hotel bed instead."
Valt choked on air.
Shu's lips brushed faintly against his ear, the heat of his breath trailing goosebumps down Valt's spine.
"I should've never let you out of bed looking like this… in that shirt… that voice…" Shu murmured, voice low, dangerous, sweet. "Do you even realize what you're doing to me, Valt? Do you have any idea?"
Valt was glowing red now, ears bright as cherries.
He scrambled to refocus as the WBBA chairman directed another question toward him, and he answered—somehow—his voice still calm and steady. But beneath the table, his legs were pressed together tightly, and his hands trembled just slightly where they rested on his lap.
Shu watched it all like a man intoxicated, head resting in one hand, a slow dreamy smile playing on his lips.
He leaned over again, whispering:
"You should see yourself right now. Blushing, trembling… all because of me."
"I'm not letting anyone else near you after this meeting. No chairman, no Kris, no one. When this is over, you're coming with me. You hear me, Valt?"
Valt bit his lower lip, furiously trying to avoid eye contact.
This is a professional meeting.
There are international dignitaries in the room.
This is being recorded.
And yet, with Shu's hand moving that slow and his lips practically pressed to his skin—Valt wanted nothing more than to jump into Shu's lap and forget the world.
The meeting dragged on, but Valt barely registered the charts anymore. Shu's voice, touch, and possessive murmurs had completely hijacked his senses.
Across the room, Kristin looked on—expression unreadable. Everyone else remained oblivious to the storm of tension boiling between the World Champion and the former prodigy seated beside him.
But it was there.
And it was devouring them both.
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Scene: Car Ride into Chaos
(Continuation)
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WBBA Headquarters – End of the Meeting
The moment the chairman declared the meeting adjourned, Valt stood with professional ease, thanking the board members with his usual warm smile, though his knees were more than a little shaky.
Shu didn't even give him time to take a breath.
Without a word, Shu's arm slid around Valt's waist—firm, possessive, and very clear in its intent.
Valt blinked. "Shu, wait—"
"Not here," Shu murmured darkly in his ear. "We're leaving."
"Wait, I still have to—"
"No, you don't."
There was no room for argument.
No space for anyone else to cut in.
Not even Kristin, who had opened her mouth to say something before freezing in place at the sharp glance Shu threw over his shoulder—a look that said Don't even try.
Valt could barely keep up with the whirlwind that was Shu as he was guided—no, claimed—out of the conference room and down the pristine WBBA hallways. Staff members moved aside quickly as Shu passed, his grip around Valt like a steel band.
The tension between them hadn't lessened since the kiss outside. If anything, it had evolved—thicker, deeper, crawling under their skin and wrapping around their throats like ivy.
Valt tried to maintain some level of composure as they exited the building.
"Shu, can you slow down—? People are—!"
"Let them watch."
Shu's voice was low, husky, possessive. There was something in his eyes now—untamed and determined—like he'd been holding back for far too long, and the moment the meeting ended, he'd snapped the final thread of restraint.
His car was waiting outside.
Valt barely had time to register the door being opened before Shu practically ushered him inside. Valt slid in first, adjusting his coat—and then Shu followed, shutting the door behind them.
The glass tinted.
The divider up.
They were alone.
"Shu, what are you—?"
But Valt never finished.
Because Shu moved in like a storm. One hand braced beside Valt's head, the other instantly claiming his waist again, pulling him flush into Shu's lap before Valt could even blink.
"Shu—! Someone might—!"
"No one's seeing you like this but me," Shu growled softly, voice low and reverent, dangerous. "No one ever gets to."
Valt gasped as Shu's lips found the soft skin of his neck, kissing, grazing, nipping—not hard enough to mark, but enough to make Valt shiver.
"Shu… we're in a car—!"
"I've waited years, Valt."
Hands roamed—confident, sure—curling around Valt's waist, fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt just slightly. Shu's mouth traveled from his throat to his jaw, to the corner of his mouth—hovering there.
"You walked in there like you didn't know what you do to me. In that shirt. With that voice. Acting all polite and innocent while I was going insane next to you."
Valt's breath hitched.
"Is that what you want me to be?" he tried to joke weakly, voice cracking as Shu pressed a kiss to the base of his throat again. "Your polite, well-mannered co-champion?"
Shu chuckled—low and dark, pulling him closer, their foreheads pressed together.
"No, Valt. I want you just like this. Flushed. Breathless. In my arms. Mine."
The possessive word sent a shiver through Valt.
He tried to say something—anything rational—but Shu kissed him, deep and consuming, stealing the very breath from his lungs.
And truthfully?
Valt didn't want to stop him.
He whimpered softly against Shu's mouth, his arms instinctively locking around Shu's neck, surrendering to the passion, the claim, the years of longing turned into fire.
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Later – Outside the Hotel
Shu didn't stop when they got out.
Even as the driver opened the door, Shu kept one arm around Valt's waist—his fingers gently but firmly gripping his hip, as if daring anyone to approach.
They stepped into the hotel lobby like a storm had just arrived.
Heads turned. Eyes widened.
But Shu didn't care.
And neither did Valt anymore.
Not when Shu's breath ghosted over his ear, whispering:
"Tonight… you're mine. All of you."
Valt shivered—and nodded.
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To be continued…
(Next: Behind closed doors, the passion ignites further—but what starts as desire slowly unravels into something deeper: confessions, vulnerability, and the beginning of something neither of them can walk away from.)