"Thank you, Takashi. Thanks for being there for me," Rei whispered, her voice trembling as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, pressing her face into his chest, seeking comfort and warmth only he could give.
She didn't even spare Hisashi a second of sympathy. She glanced at him with open disgust.
The man she once thought understood her, the one who pretended to care, was nothing but a fraud.
His concern had never been genuine. All he ever wanted was her body.
She had been fooled by his fake nice-guy act. She might've kept falling for it too, if not for that breakup.
That was when Hisashi finally dropped the mask. He'd turned aggressive, violent even, trying to force himself on her like some rabid animal.
She looked at him again. There was no pity in her eyes. Not for the bloodied piece of shit lying beaten into a pulp, groaning and twitching on the floor.
Takashi, no, Tony, stood tall, a blood-soaked metal bat still gripped in his hand.
With one hand, he softly stroked Rei's back as she clung to him.
"No need to thank me, chica," Tony said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're mine now. And that cocksucker already paid his dues. If he keeps running his mouth or even thinks of getting near you again... I don't mind blowing this motherfucker's head off."
"Takashi, you don't need to go that far for this worthless bastard." Rei looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "I don't want to see you behind bars because of scum like him."
Tony chuckled darkly, eyes glinting with menace. "Don't worry, chica. There's more than one way to make a man's life worse than death. I got tricks that would make hell look like a vacation."
"Takashi…" she whispered, completely overwhelmed by his presence.
Maybe he was bluffing. Maybe he wasn't.
But right now, she didn't doubt a single word.
He had already proven himself, he said he'd protect her, and when Hisashi snapped, Takashi didn't hesitate. He made good on that promise without flinching.
What girl wouldn't want a boyfriend like this?
Her cheeks flushed hot red as she gazed up at him, drunk on adrenaline, fear, and lust.
The man before her wasn't just Takashi anymore, he had something else inside him.
That signature Tony Montana ruthlessness, that dangerous, magnetic energy oozing out of every move.
Tony saw the look in her eyes and grinned like a devil.
He reached down and grabbed a handful of her ass.
Rei yelped, caught off guard, but she didn't resist.
Instead, she leaned closer as he tightened his grip, pulling her hips into him.
His lips crashed into hers, a deep, rough, possessive kiss that left no room for doubt.
She moaned into his mouth as he lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, her soaked panties grinding right against his hard cock through his pants.
Their kiss was messy, aggressive, sensual, lips crashing, tongues tangling, teeth clashing.
The heat between them boiled over as they made out like wild animals right there on the rooftop, fueled by blood, rage, and raw lust.
And Hisashi, her ex, the so-called "good guy", could only lie there, broken, humiliated, bleeding, and helpless.
He watched with dead eyes as the girl he failed to keep was now wrapped around his best friend, her moans filling the air, her body grinding against the man who had just wrecked him.
Cucked in the worst way possible, while she let her lips get swollen from another man's kiss.
Tony didn't just take the win. He fucking owned it.
...
The news spread like wildfire through the school, Hisashi Igo hospitalized, crying to his mom that Takashi had bullied him so badly he ended up injured.
Whispers flew from hallway to hallway, every student buzzing about the fight.
But Rei? She shut that shit down fast.
She stood up in front of them all and said it clearly, Hisashi was full of shit.
Every word he said was a lie.
According to Rei, the asshole just couldn't take their breakup and hurt himself on purpose just to frame Takashi out of petty spite.
And people listened, not because of Rei alone, but because her father was the fucking Chief Officer in the police force.
That title alone made her words hold weight. Even more, her father called the school directly.
He vouched for Takashi without hesitation, saying the boy was righteous, respectful, incapable of violence, especially toward his own best friend.
He told them straight up: it had to be Hisashi who pulled this stunt on himself.
End of story.
Why did he believe Takashi so easily? Because, in truth, her father had always valued Takashi more than his own daughter. Trusted him more. Treated him like the son he wished he had.
Rei remembered bitterly how, back when she begged her dad for help, when that sick fuck Shido set her up and dragged her through hell, he didn't believe her.
Just like the old Takashi, he dismissed her as just another teenage girl trying to make excuses for failing grades.
The adults in her life had put so much blind faith in authority, teachers, schools, men like Shido, they never once thought she might be telling the truth.
That's how she ended up trapped in that mental hellhole.
Depressed. Betrayed. Abandoned.
And Hisashi? That bastard slithered right in when she was most vulnerable. Took advantage of every crack in her heart. Claimed space that wasn't his to take.
But that was then.
Now? Things had changed.
Takashi, no, Tony, he wasn't that same confused little boy anymore. He'd grown up. Became decisive. Dominant. And sharp.
And that shift… Rei couldn't lie, it turned her on more than she cared to admit.
The biggest reason she'd rejected him before wasn't even because of Hisashi, but because he never believed in her.
He wasn't there when she needed him most.
But now? Now he was.
And it wasn't too late.
Of course, her father's testimony alone wasn't enough to fully clear the air.
The school still had doubts. That's when Saya Takagi stepped in.
One phone call from her to her father, and shit started moving. Real power flexed behind the scenes.
Within hours, the story shifted, Hisashi was declared the one at fault, the one who injured himself and framed Takashi.
Was it true? Did the school even give a shit? No.
What they cared about was Takagi's money.
Donations stopped flowing, and suddenly the school administration got real cooperative. They knew damn well the Takagi family wasn't one to be crossed.
The school officially announced Hisashi was lying.
Takashi's name was cleared.
Case closed.
Rei couldn't help but reflect on the irony, how easily the school cleaned up this mess, while back then, when she was the one being framed by Shido, no one lifted a finger.
Her father didn't believe her. He even accused her of trying to use his rank for selfish gain. He was a cop, a so-called righteous man. Not corrupt, but not a father she could count on, either.
Funny how fast that changed now that it was Takashi on the line.
When she brought the issue to her dad this time, he helped her without even asking for details.
Just jumped in.
Like Takashi's voice mattered more than her own. And deep down, Rei knew it was because, in her father's eyes, Takashi had become more than a potential son-in-law.
He'd become like a real son.
The thought was bitter, but she swallowed it.
Because at the end of the day, none of that mattered anymore.
They were together.
Her and Takashi.
Walking hand in hand through the school like a couple who owned the place.
This was their story now. No one could stand in their way, not Hisashi, not even Saya.
Rei clung to Takashi's arm, holding it possessively, her chest pressed tight against him with each step.
She hummed softly to herself, sweet and smug, completely content that everything was finally going right for once.
And Tony?
He walked beside her like a king surveying his conquered territory.
Calm. Confident. Unbothered.
He didn't give a damn what anyone thought. Especially not now, not after reclaiming his bitch, crushing the lies, and erasing the pathetic cuck image Hisashi had stained his name with.
That reputation? That weakness? That belonged to the old Takashi.
The little bitch who got played by his best friend.
Now? That shame was Hisashi's burden to carry.
Not his.
Tony smirked cruelly as he strolled through the hall with Rei by his side, ignoring the sniveling little shit still showing up to school like nothing happened, wearing that invisible green hat, the mark of a man whose girl got taken by someone stronger.
And Tony? He didn't just take her.
He owned her now.