LOGINKento was dressed the same way and he followed Kenji in together with Aito who was pushing him on the wheelchair. The instant Haruto caught sight of Aito, his heart leaped in his chest. Though he had already seen the outfit during their trip to the mall and knew how striking it was, seeing it on Aito revealed its full glory. Aito was utterly captivating, making it impossible for Haruto to look anywhere else. For one instinctive moment, Haruto wanted to cross the room and go straight to him, maybe hug him or get a kiss but he knew he couldn’t do that without drawing attention to himself. His fingers tightened against the wall as he willed himself to remain standing. There would be time to get close to Aito later. He would make sure of it. And there was no way he was leaving the hotel today without Aito. The rest of the family members walked in, including Mrs Yamamoto. Her smile was graceful and her posture impeccable. She carried herself with high dignity, as if she wasn’t the woman
The Yamaguchis had not held an event in Tokyo in years and judging by the spectacle unfolding before Haruto, they had apparently decided that when they finally returned to the social scene, they would make certain no one forgot it.The Fuuji Hotel hall had been transformed in a way Haruto hadn't seen in years. The massive hall glowed beneath hundreds of crystal chandeliers, their light scattering across polished marble floors. Black and silver decorations stretched from the ceiling in elaborate arrangements, intertwined with deep crimson roses and delicate strands of crystal that shimmered whenever someone walked beneath them.Everywhere Haruto looked, there was wealth and he sneered in annoyance. Blood surely was thick. They had decorated the hall the same way Aito's mother liked to decorate. Too loud and lavish. He hated all those flashy decors. In the past, when he attended such events with Aito, he usually left some minutes after but today, he wasn't going to leave. Not without
Aito was dressed in an ice-blue suit that looked almost too beautiful to be called a suit. The fabric had a delicate, shimmering quality to it, catching the light with every slight movement. It reminded Ryu of the crystalline gowns Elsa wore in Frozen but this one was made into a masculine suit that fitted Aito perfectly. It was like it was made for him alone. The jacket was perfectly tailored, following the natural lines of his frame without looking restrictive and the trousers matched perfectly, falling neatly over his white shoes, while a pristine white shirt underneath softened the cool shade of the suit.His platinum-blond hair, dusted with tiny sparkly flecks that looked like freshly fallen snow, fell in soft waves around his face. Against the cool blue of his clothes, his hair made him look like someone who had stepped out of a winter fairytale and accidentally wandered into their living room.Fuck, Aito looked unreal. Kaito was a mad genius when it came to clothes though he wo
Meanwhile…After some minutes of heavy persuasion from Kenji and Yasu, Mrs. Yamamoto finally placed the lamp on a nearby table. She smoothed down her stunning peach-coloured dinner dress, fixed her shiny chestnut hair, then took a seat though her expression remained murderous as she kept glaring at Mr. Igarashi.“The next time he calls my son a whore, I won't let it slide.” she seethed.Mr. Igarashi immediately opened his mouth to retort but Yasu slapped a hand over his mouth and made him sit down. “Sir, you don't have to reply to everything she says. Please, let's end this now. We still have a lot to discuss.”Mr. Igarashi glared at him, clearly not satisfied but after a moment, he simply huffed and remained silent. It was better not to argue with a mad woman.Seeing that Mr Yoongi wasn’t going to say anything else, Yasu sighed in relief and retracted his hand. Damn. They were behaving like kids, bickering every chance they got. No. He shook his head. They were worse than kids becaus
He made a move to leave but Kenji blocked his path with his body, stopping him from leaving. They had almost the same build and height so Ryu couldn't just pass the narrow way."You're blocking the hallway." he said, his voice low. He didn't want Aito to know he was peeping but it seemed like Kenji didn't care because he even raised his voice."What?""I said move." Ryu growled.Kenji's eyebrows rose. For a second, neither of them moved, then Kenji stepped forward instead. "I asked you a question.""I heard you." Ryu replied, not moving an inch."And?""I don't remember asking you for relationship advice." Ryu said, staring Kenji straight in the eyes. He knew Kenji didn't like him one bit and wanted Aito to break up with him but he wasn't going to let that happen. He wasn't going to let Kenji intimidate him as well. The guy kept ridiculing their relationship and he was hardly in one himself."What Aito and I do is up to us," Ryu continued, his voice low and firm. "Just be rest assured
Just moments ago, Aito had been annoyed by what Ryu wanted them to do but now, that irritation dissolved completely. It melted away beneath the sight of the man he loved falling apart right in front of him.Aito hadn't realised that Ryu had been carrying this much fear in him. This much guilt and self-loathing. His heart clenched painfully. Without hesitation, he scooted closer until their knees brushed."Ryu..." he whispered, his voice impossibly gentle. He lifted both hands and carefully cupped Ryu's face.Ryu instinctively leaned into the warmth of his palms, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath for Aito's closeness seemed to calm him down. He snaked his arms around Aito's waist and brought them closer. The erratic beating of his heart slowed and the trembling of his body eased.Aito's thumbs brushed over his cheeks, catching the tears as they fell. He wiped them away one by one even as his own eyes began to sting. "I can't believe you've been carrying all of this by yourse
Aito smiled as he leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead. "I would never hurt you Aera. Come back to school okay. I'm going to announce to everyone that I was the one in the video. I'm going to clear your name with you by my side. You're not a cheater and you're not a whore.""If you truly
Aito's heart dropped down to the pit of his stomach and his breath seized as he imagined the whole scene. The kinds of things his friends had done to drive a girl to end her own life. The mental and physical torture she must have gone through. He couldn't stop the tears that flowed down his cheeks.
As the cold water poured into his hair, down his neck and body, he closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, trying his best to calm himself down. After all, he just recalled some things about himself that his cousins and friends never told him about. The memories he just recalled, were of him
Toshiro had just finished arguing with a couple of his workers for breaking some very important equipment they needed to use today. He was exhausted, irritated and furious as he'd have to buy them all over again, with his own money. But that wasn't what annoyed him the most. It was actually the fac







