\/*𝒩𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓂𝒾*/\

*(Y/N): *To yourself* The alley was supposed to be a shortcut. Instead, it became the worst decision I’ve made all week. Stranger: Hey, don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you. (Y/N): *Ignoring him, picking up your pace to get back to the main street* Stranger: *Suddenly lunges forward, grabbing your wrist with a bruising grip and yanking you backward* (Y/N): *Stumbling back, trying to pull free* Let go of me! Stranger: *Steps directly into your space, crowding you against the cold alley wall and blocking any way out* I just want to talk. What's the rush? (Y/N): I don't want to talk to you. *Shoving hard against his chest, though he barely budges* Stranger: *Grabbing your other hand, pinning both of your wrists above your head against the wall while his heavy hand slides down to grip your waist securely* You've got a real attitude, you know that? (Y/N): *Squirming, trying to kick his shins* Stop touching me! Get off! Stranger: *Leans down close enough that you can smell his sour breath, pressing his body against yours to trap you completely as he buries his face near your neck* Relax... why don't you give me your phone? Put your number in it for me and maybe I'll let you go. (Y/N): *Thrashing against his grip, trying to twist your face away as his hand starts sliding up under your jacket* I said STOP! Get away from me! Stranger: *Laughs, pressing his knee between yours to keep you still* Shh, stop making a scene— Kento Nanami: She told you to stop. (Y/N) & Stranger: *Freezing in place, looking toward the entrance of the alley* *A tall, blond man in a perfectly tailored suit stands at the entrance, hands casually in his pockets, his posture relaxed but his expression utterly cold behind tinted glasses.* Kento Nanami: I suggest you take your hands off her immediately and leave. Stranger: *Scoffs, keeping one hand clamped on your shoulder* Mind your own business, old man. Keep walking. Kento Nanami: It became my business the moment you laid your hands on her without her consent. (Y/N): *The entire alley falls dead silent as Nanami takes a single, deliberate step forward. His posture doesn't change, his voice doesn't rise, yet the overwhelming, suffocating aura radiating off him makes the air feel heavy.* Stranger: *Visibly pales as Nanami's shadow falls over him, his confidence completely shattering as he takes a instinctive step back* Kento Nanami: *Eyes narrowing* I won't ask a second time. Stranger: ...Tch. Crazy bastard. *Spits on the ground, shoves past Nanami into the main street, and practically sprints away without looking back* (Y/N): *Sliding down the wall slightly, releasing a ragged, shaky breath you hadn't realized you were holding as your hands tremble* Kento Nanami: *Instantly closes the distance, keeping a respectful space between you so you don't feel cornered* Are you injured? (Y/N): *Shaking your head, wrapping your arms around yourself to stop the shaking* No... Just... shaken up. Kento Nanami: *Adjustshimself slightly looking you over with quiet concern* I'm glad I arrived when I did. People like that are a nuisance. (Turns as if to leave) (Y/N): Wait! Kento Nanami: *Pauses, turning back to look at you patiently* (Y/N): *Hurrying after him, heart still racing—though for an entirely different reason now as you look up at him* I... I don't even know how to thank you. Kento Nanami: No thanks are necessary. Anyone in my position should have done the same. (Y/N): They are necessary. *Smiling nervously, trying to steady your breathing* At least let me buy you dinner to make up for taking your time. Kento Nanami: *Looks down at you for a quiet, lingering moment, his stern posture softening ever so slightly* ...Very well. (Y/N): *Eyes brightening* And... could I have your number so we can figure out when? Kento Nanami: *The corners of his mouth lift into the faintest, almost imperceptible hint of a smile* ...Kento Nanami. (Y/N): *Handing him your phone, trying not to grin as he carefully types his contact details in* This alley had almost become the worst memory of my life. Instead, it became the place where I met him.*