Kirishima Iori's Fantasy
A/N: You know, I have not seen anyone done any stories on the TYB boys. Sure the game wasn't all that impressive, but I think the character's really shined, even if some of them made me want to sock them in the face *cough*Yuuto*cough*. Anyways, I'll start off with my favourite character of the series, Kirishima Iori, although Jesus is coming in close with him.
Beh, it's not that great, but oh well. I might do a better one for the others though.
Beh, it's not that great, but oh well. I might do a better one for the others though.
"[Name]-sama! Allow me to escort you to Jesus-san!"
"[Name]-sama! How are you today!?"
"[Name]-sama!"
You grinned to the number of young male teens smiling and grinning at you. Being cousin of the infamous Rudo Jesus made you very popular among those who admired him. You were even more respected due to your badass personality and strong charisma. Because of theses qualities, you didn't have many female friends, heck, you wouldn't bother hanging out with them. So long as you had your cousin, that's all that mattered to you.
"Na, gomen. I can find him on my own, but thanks anyway. Ja!" You said, before going off in search of your cousin.
Another trait that made you get along with the boys was your tendency to speak like one. The guys found it cool and you had no problems with it. Spotting the familiar bar in the distance, you entered inside and made your way to the VIP area where you know your cousin was.
"Hey you! You can't go in there!" A waiter shouted, but when you turned to look at him, his eyes went wide, "Oh! [Name]-san! Gomenasai, dozo."
You grinned and entered the room, finding your cousin with a brown haired girl. You blinked and Jesus scowled a bit.
"What are you doing here [Name]?" He asked roughly.
"What? Is it a crime to come and see you dear cousin?" You said and Jesus grunted.
"Ano, Jesus-kun? Who is this?" The brown haired girl asked meekly.
You shot her weary look before smiling slightly, "[Surname] [Name]. And you are?"
"Chihiro." The girl smiled and then it hit you.
"Ohhhh. You're TYB's princess. Heh, you're kind of cute actually." You said and Chihiro blushed.
Jesus scoffed, "Just because you act and speak like a guy, doesn't mean you are one."
"Hey, all I said was that she was cute. Getting back to the topic, I was thinking of heading over to Shibuya to do some shopping. You don't mind right?" You asked.
Jesus stayed silent for a moment, before letting out a sigh, "As long as you return back home by six I'm fine with it."
"Cool! Thanks Jesus!"
As soon as you left, the spiked haired teen groaned, "How troublesome..."
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You let out a small yawn as you leaned back into your seat on the train. It had been a while ever since you went shopping and now that you had a large stash of money, you were going to buy as many clothes as you can. Just because you acted like a boy, doesn't mean you can't go shopping for clothes and there was nothing wrong it with, your fashion sense was boyish anyways.
"What's a girl like you doin' here alone?"
You looked up to see a silver haired teen boy with azure blue eyes. Kirishima Iori; a teen model that girls fawn over and talk about all the time. You only know him through Jesus as he and Iori were pretty much enemies. Iori's eyes widened when he saw your face and put on a neutral face to hide his previous flirty attempt.
"Oh, it's just you. What a surprise to see you here [Surname]." He said in a sarcastic tone, taking a seat across from you.
"I'm not exactly thrilled to see you either Kirishima," You shifted in your seat and folded your arms, "What are you doing here?"
"I was out so now I'm takin' the train back home to Shibuya. What are you doin' here?" Iori repeated your question, smirking lightly.
"Shopping," You held up your thick wallet and smirked back at the silver haired model, "You know I gain money for my hard work. Unlike you who gets it from modelling."
Iori only scoffed, "Come on, we all know you've been workin' at that bar ever since Jesus became popular there. You only used your cousin for your own needs."
You glared at the azure eyed model and growled, "Ha? Did you say something? Ha!? Repeat that again, I dare you!"
Your outburst attracted a lot of attention, but the moment people noticed you, then turned back around mind their own business. It wouldn't be wise to get caught up in a fight that involved you or Jesus for that matter. Iori didn't looked threatened or scared to say the least; most likely used to Jesus's gang's behaviour.
"It's true isn't it? You're only usin' your cousin. You're [Surname] [Name], Jesus's cousin and that's why you're so well known. Without him, you're a nobody."
Your eyes flashed dangerously, but before you could say anything or, horrors of horrors, do anything to Iori, the intercom on the train decided to break into your argument.
"All passengers stopping for Shibuya, this is your stop. Please proceed carefully out of the train."
You let out a small 'tch', grabbed your bag and left the train without saying a word to Iori, "Damn snarky brat."
Once you had entered the streets of Shibuya, you cringed lightly at the loud noises emitted from people and lots of music. You had no problems with it, but it was just as loud as Roppongi, if not louder.
"Oi, isn't that [Surname] [Name]? Rudo Jesus's cousin?"
"Aa, she's pretty cute. Too bad she's with those Roppongi losers."
"Look at that girl's clothes. She must be seriously poor if she can't afford cool clothings like ours."
"I know right? I heard she's Rudo Jesus's cousin. It's no wonder why she's so below us."
The teen boys all either whistled or laughed, while the girls all giggled spitefully and gossiped to one another. You only scoffed. Since Shibuya was quite a flashy place for young teens such as them, it would only make sense they view themselves as being better than others. Shibuya had all the hot brands and other cool things. Most likely due to Kirishima Iori being a model.
Ignoring them, you proceeded to the shopping mall of Shibuya. Once you entered the automatic doors, loud music blared through the speakers along with bright lights that flashed around you every five seconds. You grunted and made your way further into the center, not wanting to be blinded by the bright lights. Why can't the lights just die out?
"You again."
You knew your day just got better when you heard that familiar voice. Catch the sarcasm in that previous sentence? You glared at Iori with as much as hate you could show.
"Do you mind just leaving me alone to do my shopping? Kami-sama, I swear you're stalking me." You said in a frustrated tone.
"Me? Stalkin'?" Iori smirked, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were stalkin' me."
"In your dreams model boy. Look, I'm just going to do some shopping so I don't want you hanging around me, you got that?"
"You don't scare me."
"Don't make me break your face."
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Despite threatening Iori, he somehow manages to convince you to let him tag along. Maybe it's because without him you'd be hopelessly lost? Not that you would admit it of course.
"You're going the wrong way. That leads to the boy's clothing." Iori said smugly as you grumbled and turned to walk in the direction he pointed as the correct way.
"Just because I don't know Shibuya that well, doesn't mean you can make a fool out of me." You glowered and Iori laughed.
"You are so different from Jesus. Ain't that cute?"
"Are you calling me cute?"
"Haha, no. I meant it's cute how you're so different from your cousin. Makes you seem more desperate to stand out and use your cousin."
Your eyes flashed dangerously and you threw a nearby shoe at the silver haired model's head. Iori ducked and gave you a look that said, 'what the hell?'. You just merely scoffed and walked on ahead, watching as Iori console a kid that the shoe managed hit. He caught up with you later and frowned.
"You know, ya could at least apologise to the kid. You nailed him squarely on the forehead." Iori said in a disapproving tone.
"Yeah well, who agitated me to do so? If you hadn't open your big mouth I wouldn't have thrown the shoe at you and accidentally hit the kid." You said.
Iori frowned even more and folded his arms, "You know, I thought you were better than your cousin, but I was wrong. You're just as worse as Jesus. You both won't apologise your action and not to mention the fact that you're both arrogant and self centered. You are immature and can't even hold a conversation with a person without threatening or trying to hurt them. You need to control that temper of yours, what would your parents say about this?"
At the mentioning of your parents, a flicker of hurt ran threw your eyes and you glared at Iori harshly, "Yeah, so what? Who cares if I'm just as bad as Jesus. I grew up without parents because they have abandoned me like Jesus's parents had done to him. Jesus and I both learned that to grow through life you have to not let anyone get you down. So that's why I'm arrogant, I needed to stay above people. But you don't understand that do you? You're a model and you don't even need to work hard. I work my butt off just to pay for everything Jesus and I have. You know what? Who cares!? I might as go back to Roppongi just to get away from your annoying pestering!"
You threw the bags, that had clothes that you bought, at Iori before storming off in fury. The silver haired teen model just stared in shock as you left and let out a small sigh.
"I never knew that you felt that way..."
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"Stop crying! Honestly, you better be glad I'm not there!"
You sniffled lightly and rubbed your eyes as you talked to your cousin on the phone, "I-I'm okay now. Jesus...are our parents ever coming back?"
"..."
"Jesus?"
"Hell if I know. Listen, get back here now and I'll make some pasta. You're such a handful."
"Arigatou na Jesus." You smiled before hanging up and sighed softly.
You looked down at your arm and rolled up the sleeve of your jacket on the left side to reveal tiny cuts on your wrist. Your parents had punished you by slicing your wrist every time you disobeyed them. Because you had learnt to tolerate physical pain, your parents had abandoned you and made you suffer emotionally. It succeeded and you found out that your own cousin was abandoned too. The both of you decided to work together in order to create a new life, since your parents mostly likely won't come back to get you.
"There you are." Iori's was heard from behind you and you refrained from hitting him.
Instead, you lowered your voice, "What do you want? Here to mock me?"
"No, that's not why I'm here," Your bags were thrust in front of you and you looked behind you to see Iori smiling sadly, "Gomen. I didn't know that you were suffering."
"Now you're giving me sympathy? Sorry, I don't need it." You said coldly and looked away, refusing to accept your bags back.
"I'm not givin' you sympathy. But, you sound like ya need someone to listen to your problems. I'll be happy to do that." Iori sounded so genuine.
You stayed silent for a while before motioning him to take a seat beside you. He did so and you took in a deep breath, before telling him of your childhood.
"I was the daughter of the worst parent combination that you could have. My father was an alcoholic and my mother was an ex-gang member; I was the result of their drunken night together. They weren't married, my father was drunk and he in turn, impregnated my mother. So while being raised by them, I was always punished for my rebellious ways. It got so bad that instead of beating me, they would slice my wrist. I always treated them with respect, but the slices just keep on coming." You explained to the model, running a hand over your left wrist softly.
Iori looked down at her scarred wrist and gently took her hand into his, "Hey...it's okay. You're not the only one who goes through things like this. There are others who have just about it as worst as you do."
"I know, but after agreeing that they won't take me as their daughter anymore, they abandoned me. Who knows where they are now? They're not in Roppongi anymore though, I can say that much." You said.
Iori, to your surprise, pulled you into his chest softly and he ran a hand through your hair. He smiled down at you with such kindness you hadn't seen from anyone else other than your cousin, though Jesus had a habit of denying it.
"Gomen. I said some horrible things without even thinking. Can you forgive me [Name]?" He asked.
The way your name rolled off his tongue made you blush slightly and his tone sounded so genuine. This was not the Kirishima Iori you knew to argue with quite often. This was not the Kirishima Iori that Rudo Jesus was enemies with. This was the real Kirishima Iori; kind, gentle and loyal. You looked up at him and shot him a small smile.
"I forgive you. Thanks...Iori."
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"There you are," Jesus said when you walked through the door, "Took you long enough. You're about ten minutes late."
"Gomen na Jesus. But I had a little detour." You grinned and placed your bags down onto the couch.
Jesus raised an eyebrow and you could feel his magenta eyes landing a confused faze on your back. He quickly served the pasta before making his way over to the couch.
"This is all you bought? I was half expecting you to have ten bags. Two is quite under the expected number."
You poked your tongue out, "Sorry, Iori got me so angry that I lost the shopping mood."
If you thought Jesus looked confused before, he looked perplexed now, "You called my enemy by his first name..."
"Yep! Iori and I are dating now!"
"You're what!?"
"Iori and I are dating now!"
"Not by my orders you don't!"
"Hey! Don't boss me around you big tsundere!"
"N-Nani!? W-Whatever, don't go out with the enemy!"
"I don't think I'll obey that."
"[Name]!!!"
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Two months have past ever since you started dating Iori and the two of you were inseparable. You were walking along the streets of Shibuya, with Iori's arm swung around your shoulders.
"You sure Jesus is fine with us dating now?" The silver haired model asked and you giggled.
"'Course. Took a while, but he's fine with it now. Just as long as you don't hurt me." You said.
"As if that'll ever do that," Iori said, pulling you closer to him, "You're way too precious to me [Name]."
You giggled as the teen boy placed a kiss on your forehead lovingly. You then pulled away from him and ran up ahead, before turning around and flashing up a peace sign.
"Come on! Let's hurry and visit Itsuki! Race you to the hospital!"
"Oh it's on [Name]! You're goin' down!"
"[Name]-sama! How are you today!?"
"[Name]-sama!"
You grinned to the number of young male teens smiling and grinning at you. Being cousin of the infamous Rudo Jesus made you very popular among those who admired him. You were even more respected due to your badass personality and strong charisma. Because of theses qualities, you didn't have many female friends, heck, you wouldn't bother hanging out with them. So long as you had your cousin, that's all that mattered to you.
"Na, gomen. I can find him on my own, but thanks anyway. Ja!" You said, before going off in search of your cousin.
Another trait that made you get along with the boys was your tendency to speak like one. The guys found it cool and you had no problems with it. Spotting the familiar bar in the distance, you entered inside and made your way to the VIP area where you know your cousin was.
"Hey you! You can't go in there!" A waiter shouted, but when you turned to look at him, his eyes went wide, "Oh! [Name]-san! Gomenasai, dozo."
You grinned and entered the room, finding your cousin with a brown haired girl. You blinked and Jesus scowled a bit.
"What are you doing here [Name]?" He asked roughly.
"What? Is it a crime to come and see you dear cousin?" You said and Jesus grunted.
"Ano, Jesus-kun? Who is this?" The brown haired girl asked meekly.
You shot her weary look before smiling slightly, "[Surname] [Name]. And you are?"
"Chihiro." The girl smiled and then it hit you.
"Ohhhh. You're TYB's princess. Heh, you're kind of cute actually." You said and Chihiro blushed.
Jesus scoffed, "Just because you act and speak like a guy, doesn't mean you are one."
"Hey, all I said was that she was cute. Getting back to the topic, I was thinking of heading over to Shibuya to do some shopping. You don't mind right?" You asked.
Jesus stayed silent for a moment, before letting out a sigh, "As long as you return back home by six I'm fine with it."
"Cool! Thanks Jesus!"
As soon as you left, the spiked haired teen groaned, "How troublesome..."
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You let out a small yawn as you leaned back into your seat on the train. It had been a while ever since you went shopping and now that you had a large stash of money, you were going to buy as many clothes as you can. Just because you acted like a boy, doesn't mean you can't go shopping for clothes and there was nothing wrong it with, your fashion sense was boyish anyways.
"What's a girl like you doin' here alone?"
You looked up to see a silver haired teen boy with azure blue eyes. Kirishima Iori; a teen model that girls fawn over and talk about all the time. You only know him through Jesus as he and Iori were pretty much enemies. Iori's eyes widened when he saw your face and put on a neutral face to hide his previous flirty attempt.
"Oh, it's just you. What a surprise to see you here [Surname]." He said in a sarcastic tone, taking a seat across from you.
"I'm not exactly thrilled to see you either Kirishima," You shifted in your seat and folded your arms, "What are you doing here?"
"I was out so now I'm takin' the train back home to Shibuya. What are you doin' here?" Iori repeated your question, smirking lightly.
"Shopping," You held up your thick wallet and smirked back at the silver haired model, "You know I gain money for my hard work. Unlike you who gets it from modelling."
Iori only scoffed, "Come on, we all know you've been workin' at that bar ever since Jesus became popular there. You only used your cousin for your own needs."
You glared at the azure eyed model and growled, "Ha? Did you say something? Ha!? Repeat that again, I dare you!"
Your outburst attracted a lot of attention, but the moment people noticed you, then turned back around mind their own business. It wouldn't be wise to get caught up in a fight that involved you or Jesus for that matter. Iori didn't looked threatened or scared to say the least; most likely used to Jesus's gang's behaviour.
"It's true isn't it? You're only usin' your cousin. You're [Surname] [Name], Jesus's cousin and that's why you're so well known. Without him, you're a nobody."
Your eyes flashed dangerously, but before you could say anything or, horrors of horrors, do anything to Iori, the intercom on the train decided to break into your argument.
"All passengers stopping for Shibuya, this is your stop. Please proceed carefully out of the train."
You let out a small 'tch', grabbed your bag and left the train without saying a word to Iori, "Damn snarky brat."
Once you had entered the streets of Shibuya, you cringed lightly at the loud noises emitted from people and lots of music. You had no problems with it, but it was just as loud as Roppongi, if not louder.
"Oi, isn't that [Surname] [Name]? Rudo Jesus's cousin?"
"Aa, she's pretty cute. Too bad she's with those Roppongi losers."
"Look at that girl's clothes. She must be seriously poor if she can't afford cool clothings like ours."
"I know right? I heard she's Rudo Jesus's cousin. It's no wonder why she's so below us."
The teen boys all either whistled or laughed, while the girls all giggled spitefully and gossiped to one another. You only scoffed. Since Shibuya was quite a flashy place for young teens such as them, it would only make sense they view themselves as being better than others. Shibuya had all the hot brands and other cool things. Most likely due to Kirishima Iori being a model.
Ignoring them, you proceeded to the shopping mall of Shibuya. Once you entered the automatic doors, loud music blared through the speakers along with bright lights that flashed around you every five seconds. You grunted and made your way further into the center, not wanting to be blinded by the bright lights. Why can't the lights just die out?
"You again."
You knew your day just got better when you heard that familiar voice. Catch the sarcasm in that previous sentence? You glared at Iori with as much as hate you could show.
"Do you mind just leaving me alone to do my shopping? Kami-sama, I swear you're stalking me." You said in a frustrated tone.
"Me? Stalkin'?" Iori smirked, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were stalkin' me."
"In your dreams model boy. Look, I'm just going to do some shopping so I don't want you hanging around me, you got that?"
"You don't scare me."
"Don't make me break your face."
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Despite threatening Iori, he somehow manages to convince you to let him tag along. Maybe it's because without him you'd be hopelessly lost? Not that you would admit it of course.
"You're going the wrong way. That leads to the boy's clothing." Iori said smugly as you grumbled and turned to walk in the direction he pointed as the correct way.
"Just because I don't know Shibuya that well, doesn't mean you can make a fool out of me." You glowered and Iori laughed.
"You are so different from Jesus. Ain't that cute?"
"Are you calling me cute?"
"Haha, no. I meant it's cute how you're so different from your cousin. Makes you seem more desperate to stand out and use your cousin."
Your eyes flashed dangerously and you threw a nearby shoe at the silver haired model's head. Iori ducked and gave you a look that said, 'what the hell?'. You just merely scoffed and walked on ahead, watching as Iori console a kid that the shoe managed hit. He caught up with you later and frowned.
"You know, ya could at least apologise to the kid. You nailed him squarely on the forehead." Iori said in a disapproving tone.
"Yeah well, who agitated me to do so? If you hadn't open your big mouth I wouldn't have thrown the shoe at you and accidentally hit the kid." You said.
Iori frowned even more and folded his arms, "You know, I thought you were better than your cousin, but I was wrong. You're just as worse as Jesus. You both won't apologise your action and not to mention the fact that you're both arrogant and self centered. You are immature and can't even hold a conversation with a person without threatening or trying to hurt them. You need to control that temper of yours, what would your parents say about this?"
At the mentioning of your parents, a flicker of hurt ran threw your eyes and you glared at Iori harshly, "Yeah, so what? Who cares if I'm just as bad as Jesus. I grew up without parents because they have abandoned me like Jesus's parents had done to him. Jesus and I both learned that to grow through life you have to not let anyone get you down. So that's why I'm arrogant, I needed to stay above people. But you don't understand that do you? You're a model and you don't even need to work hard. I work my butt off just to pay for everything Jesus and I have. You know what? Who cares!? I might as go back to Roppongi just to get away from your annoying pestering!"
You threw the bags, that had clothes that you bought, at Iori before storming off in fury. The silver haired teen model just stared in shock as you left and let out a small sigh.
"I never knew that you felt that way..."
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"Stop crying! Honestly, you better be glad I'm not there!"
You sniffled lightly and rubbed your eyes as you talked to your cousin on the phone, "I-I'm okay now. Jesus...are our parents ever coming back?"
"..."
"Jesus?"
"Hell if I know. Listen, get back here now and I'll make some pasta. You're such a handful."
"Arigatou na Jesus." You smiled before hanging up and sighed softly.
You looked down at your arm and rolled up the sleeve of your jacket on the left side to reveal tiny cuts on your wrist. Your parents had punished you by slicing your wrist every time you disobeyed them. Because you had learnt to tolerate physical pain, your parents had abandoned you and made you suffer emotionally. It succeeded and you found out that your own cousin was abandoned too. The both of you decided to work together in order to create a new life, since your parents mostly likely won't come back to get you.
"There you are." Iori's was heard from behind you and you refrained from hitting him.
Instead, you lowered your voice, "What do you want? Here to mock me?"
"No, that's not why I'm here," Your bags were thrust in front of you and you looked behind you to see Iori smiling sadly, "Gomen. I didn't know that you were suffering."
"Now you're giving me sympathy? Sorry, I don't need it." You said coldly and looked away, refusing to accept your bags back.
"I'm not givin' you sympathy. But, you sound like ya need someone to listen to your problems. I'll be happy to do that." Iori sounded so genuine.
You stayed silent for a while before motioning him to take a seat beside you. He did so and you took in a deep breath, before telling him of your childhood.
"I was the daughter of the worst parent combination that you could have. My father was an alcoholic and my mother was an ex-gang member; I was the result of their drunken night together. They weren't married, my father was drunk and he in turn, impregnated my mother. So while being raised by them, I was always punished for my rebellious ways. It got so bad that instead of beating me, they would slice my wrist. I always treated them with respect, but the slices just keep on coming." You explained to the model, running a hand over your left wrist softly.
Iori looked down at her scarred wrist and gently took her hand into his, "Hey...it's okay. You're not the only one who goes through things like this. There are others who have just about it as worst as you do."
"I know, but after agreeing that they won't take me as their daughter anymore, they abandoned me. Who knows where they are now? They're not in Roppongi anymore though, I can say that much." You said.
Iori, to your surprise, pulled you into his chest softly and he ran a hand through your hair. He smiled down at you with such kindness you hadn't seen from anyone else other than your cousin, though Jesus had a habit of denying it.
"Gomen. I said some horrible things without even thinking. Can you forgive me [Name]?" He asked.
The way your name rolled off his tongue made you blush slightly and his tone sounded so genuine. This was not the Kirishima Iori you knew to argue with quite often. This was not the Kirishima Iori that Rudo Jesus was enemies with. This was the real Kirishima Iori; kind, gentle and loyal. You looked up at him and shot him a small smile.
"I forgive you. Thanks...Iori."
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"There you are," Jesus said when you walked through the door, "Took you long enough. You're about ten minutes late."
"Gomen na Jesus. But I had a little detour." You grinned and placed your bags down onto the couch.
Jesus raised an eyebrow and you could feel his magenta eyes landing a confused faze on your back. He quickly served the pasta before making his way over to the couch.
"This is all you bought? I was half expecting you to have ten bags. Two is quite under the expected number."
You poked your tongue out, "Sorry, Iori got me so angry that I lost the shopping mood."
If you thought Jesus looked confused before, he looked perplexed now, "You called my enemy by his first name..."
"Yep! Iori and I are dating now!"
"You're what!?"
"Iori and I are dating now!"
"Not by my orders you don't!"
"Hey! Don't boss me around you big tsundere!"
"N-Nani!? W-Whatever, don't go out with the enemy!"
"I don't think I'll obey that."
"[Name]!!!"
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Two months have past ever since you started dating Iori and the two of you were inseparable. You were walking along the streets of Shibuya, with Iori's arm swung around your shoulders.
"You sure Jesus is fine with us dating now?" The silver haired model asked and you giggled.
"'Course. Took a while, but he's fine with it now. Just as long as you don't hurt me." You said.
"As if that'll ever do that," Iori said, pulling you closer to him, "You're way too precious to me [Name]."
You giggled as the teen boy placed a kiss on your forehead lovingly. You then pulled away from him and ran up ahead, before turning around and flashing up a peace sign.
"Come on! Let's hurry and visit Itsuki! Race you to the hospital!"
"Oh it's on [Name]! You're goin' down!"