Scene: "The Mic, the Rage, and the Hand on Valt's Back"
(Continuation)
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Late Morning – WBBA Grand Media Hall
The press room was already packed to capacity. Dozens of journalists, camera crews, sponsors, and WBBA officials waited with bated breath under bright studio lights. Photographers adjusted lenses, ready to catch the first glimpse of the champion and white haired prodigy in the same frame—after everything.
Outside, a massive banner blared in bold letters:
> WBBA OFFICIAL PRESS CONFERENCE: On the Matter of Champion Valt Aoi & Manager Shu Kurenai – Public Clarification
But there was a very serious problem.
Valt had not agreed to this.
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Backstage
"Let me get this straight," Valt said slowly, trying to keep his cool, "They scheduled a press conference for my relationship status… without telling me?"
"Without asking you," Shu growled, his hand tightening into a fist by his side. "They're calling this 'damage control'? It's a violation."
Valt tried to breathe through the anxiety flooding his chest, already dressed in a dark blue formal shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms. "I—I thought we were past the panic stage."
Shu placed a steadying hand on Valt's lower back, rubbing slow circles. "We are. They aren't."
Shu softly rubs valt's back and hugs valt tightly putting valt's face on his chest hating seeing his love like this. "Deep breaths baby, relax they are going to invite their own funeral by me if they think they can manipulate and use your image like this."
Valt blushes smiling softly at shu's overprotectiveness and thankful that shu's taller than him. "Mmm I know, relax I won't stress out myself shu."
A WBBA staff member peeked in. "You're up in two minutes. They'll introduce you as a pair."
That was the last straw. Shu growled tightening his arms around valt's waist.
Shu turned sharply. "We'll introduce ourselves."
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WBBA Press Room – Live Broadcast
Flashbulbs exploded as Valt and Shu stepped onto the stage.
Valt tried to stay composed, his tight training outfit on his lean body getting quite too much attention (not that valt cared), his face calm despite the chaos, though inside he felt like he'd just swallowed a beylauncher. Shu walked beside him like a storm wrapped in silk—composed, deadly, and completely done with everyone.
The WBBA Chairperson began speaking into the mic:
"Thank you for joining us today. In light of recent media speculation regarding the relationship between—"
Snatch.
The mic was gone.
Hijacked.
Shu Kurenai now stood center stage, mic in hand, his other hand resting securely on the small of Valt's back.
Valt's breath hitched. "Shu—"
Too late.
Shu looked straight at the sea of press, eyes like blades, voice calm and clear.
> "This 'press conference' was arranged without Valt's knowledge or permission. If your goal was to embarrass him—us—you've failed."
Gasps rippled.
He continued, his voice steady but sharp. "I won't allow the WBBA or anyone else to paint our relationship as something shameful or scandalous. Valt Aoi is the most dedicated, passionate, and genuine person I've ever known. And if being with him is a 'public issue'—then let it be public."
Shu turned to Valt briefly—softening for only him—and then back to the crowd:
> "We're together. Fully. Proudly. And permanently."
Cue media pandemonium.
Valt's lips parted, his mind short-circuiting. The words, the voice, the warmth of Shu's hand at his back—it was too much.
And then—of course—
Kris tried to cut in.
She stormed from the side curtain, heels snapping against the floor, face tight with professional panic.
"Valt—Shu—you can't just hijack an international conference like this! There are protocols and—"
Shu didn't even turn his head.
Valt didn't blink.
The entire room ignored her.
A cameraman moved in front of her by accident. A boom mic lowered and bumped her shoulder. One reporter physically stepped in between her and the stage for a better shot of Shu and Valt.
(Kristin: Seriously author WTF 😭)
(A.N.: Oops sorry kristin, valt isn't interested in you, not my problem 😌)
It was like the universe collectively decided:
Kristin Castillo does not exist right now.
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Back on stage, Valt finally found his voice. Soft, but certain.
"…You didn't have to defend me like that."
"I did," Shu said quietly, leaning in so only Valt could hear. "Because I love you. And I'm not hiding it ever again."
Valt's heart stuttered violently.
So, of course, Shu leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Valt's cheek—right in front of every camera in the room.
Flashbulbs went nuclear.
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Legendary Bladers Group Chat – Real-Time Reaction
Lui:
I'M AT A TOURNAMENT AND SOMEONE JUST BROADCAST THIS ON THE SCREENS
YOUR BOYFRIEND IS UNHINGED, AOI
Free:
This is a public execution and Shu is the blade.
I approve.
Ranjiro:
WAIT WAS THAT A KISS??
ON LIVE TV???
IS NOTHING SACRED
Phi:
WBBA tried to contain a wildfire.
Instead, they gave it jet fuel.
Aiga:
I can't believe they just dropped the most romantic threat I've ever seen.
Shu:
💕🧍🏻♂️+🧍🏻♂️ = 💥 Deal with it.
Valt: (Valt's soul left his body)
"SHU!!! STOP SAYING STUFF LIKE THAT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!!"
Wakiya: (Already typing in the group chat)
#Shuval confirmed by shu himself!!
Valt: (Valt blushing furiously buries his face in his hand, wailing) : "I'm never showing my face online again! This is so embarrassing!"
Shu: Smirking mischievously: "Come on world champion, maybe we should give the fans what they want."
Valt: (trying not to smile at his boyfriend's silliness): "Your lucky you are cute."
Everyone else: 😑😑😑😑😑😑
Free: Wakiya appoint a therapist for all of us, we are going to need it.
Lui: (Judging shu and valt even from the chat): World's two most powerful bladers everyone. 😒
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Valt turned to Shu on stage and whispered, still dazed.
"…You're going to get us both banned from official events."
Shu smiled. "Then we'll start our own league. One where kissing the champion is encouraged."
Valt laughed, despite himself, leaning into Shu's hand.
"Fine. But next time you hijack a mic, warn me."
"No promises," Shu grinned. "You're too cute when flustered."
Meanwhile, online, #ShuVal hit #1 Worldwide trend. And shu kurenai had never looked so smugly proud in his life.
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Scene: "No Spain. No Distance. Just Us."
(Continuation)
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Penthouse Suite – Afternoon, After the Storm
The echo of camera shutters and cheering crowds still lingered faintly in Valt's ears as he stepped into the penthouse. The moment the door closed behind them, he exhaled a breath he didn't even know he was holding.
"I can't believe you hijacked a global press conference," he muttered, still dazed. "I can't believe I let you."
Shu casually discarded his jacket, ruffling his own hair. "I don't regret it. Not even a little. You looked too good standing beside me."
Valt flushed, flopping onto the plush couch. "You really live for chaos, don't you?"
Before Shu could reply—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The heavy knock on the penthouse door shattered their calm like a pebble thrown into still water. Both of them froze.
Valt already knew who it was.
Kristin.
Shu opened the door slowly, face blank.
There stood Kris, arms crossed and lips tight in a polite but brittle smile. She looked at Valt first—not Shu. Never Shu.
"Valt," she said smoothly. "You and I need to prepare for our flight. The WBBA branch in Spain is expecting us tomorrow. It's already been approved."
Valt stiffened where he stood behind Shu. "Tomorrow…?"
Kris's smile didn't waver. "There's a lot of work waiting back home. You've made quite a stir here, and we can't afford more distractions. It's time to focus."
The room felt colder instantly.
Valt's fingers clenched faintly at his sides, eyes flickering toward Shu—but before he could even open his mouth to respond—
SLAM.
Shu shut the door in Kristin's face.
No words. No hesitation.
Just a single, resounding slam that sent a clear message:
"He's not going anywhere."
Valt blinked. "Shu—"
He didn't get to finish the sentence.
Shu turned, eyes dark and burning, and strode across the room in two long steps before grabbing Valt by the waist and pulling him in hard. His lips crashed against Valt's in a furious, possessive kiss—one that stole his breath, twisted his heart, and reminded him all over again why he never wanted to leave this man.
Shu kissed like he was staking a claim. Like the door wasn't enough. Like the whole world needed to know—again—that Valt Aoi was his.
He finally pulled back, voice ragged and low, eyes locked onto Valt's.
> "You're not going back to Spain. Not now. Not without me."
Valt's chest heaved, heart racing.
> "I'm done watching you walk away. I'm done pretending I don't need you near me every second. I don't care what contracts she has or what meetings she booked—you're mine."
Another kiss. Deeper. Bruising. Blinding.
> "Mine in the arena. Mine outside it. Mine when you laugh, when you cry, when you forget to take care of yourself."
His fingers curled into Valt's shirt, voice dropping even lower:
> "You're not going anywhere, Valt. Not one meter. Not one country. Not from me."
Valt's throat tightened.
His mind swirled with obligations and pressure and expectations—but his heart…
His heart screamed only one thing:
Stay.
He leaned into Shu, resting their foreheads together, breath warm between them.
"…Then don't let go."
Shu's eyes softened instantly.
"I never will."
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Meanwhile… Outside the Penthouse Door
Kristin stood frozen, still facing the closed door.
From inside, the muffled sound of a very intense kiss echoed faintly, followed by what might have been—
"You're not allowed to wear clothes for the next 24 hours."
And valt's soft laughter and giggles.
Kristin blinked once.
Then turned and walked away.
"…I hope the WBBA has a spare champion," she muttered.
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Scene: "Let's Move a Kingdom for the King"
(Continuation)
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Penthouse Suite – Post-Kiss, Pre-Meltdown
Valt's fingers were still curled tightly in Shu's shirt, breath ragged, lips swollen from the kiss that had knocked every thought out of his head—every thought except the one that came crashing back with painful clarity.
He pulled back slightly, eyes soft but laced with guilt. "Shu…"
Shu hummed, still holding him close. "Mm?"
"I have to go back to Spain."
Shu's arms stiffened for the briefest second.
Valt saw it—felt it.
"I'm BC Sol's captain. I've got students, events, a team that looks up to me. I can't just… disappear. Even if my heart wants to stay here with you."
Silence.
Shu didn't move. Didn't speak.
And then—
A mischievous, slow-burning smile crept onto his face.
"Oh," he said, eyes glinting with that dangerously calm Kurenai fire, "that's not a problem."
Valt blinked, confused. "Wait… what?"
Shu stepped back just enough to grab his phone from the table.
"Shu—what are you doing?"
"Fixing the problem," Shu said casually, already typing. "I'm moving Raging Bulls."
Valt's mouth dropped open. "You're what?!"
"I'm transferring the entire Raging Bulls system—coaches, trainees, facility licenses, agency rights, everything—under the WBBA Spain Division." Shu tapped rapidly on his screen like he was ordering pizza instead of casually relocating an entire elite American beyblade organization across countries.
"You—you can't just do that!" Valt stammered, eyes wide.
Shu looked up and tilted his head, smug. "I'm the owner. I can do anything."
"But Shu!" Valt exclaimed, grabbing his arm. "That's a massive operation! You'd have to relocate staff, restructure finances, negotiate new regional contracts—"
"All happening now." Shu waved his phone. "Already told the board. They're… shocked, but compliant."
"Shocked?! Shu, that's an entire blading empire! You're moving an entire team for me?!"
Shu's smile softened, hand reaching up to brush Valt's cheek. "No. I'm moving it for us."
Valt's knees nearly gave out.
"But your team… your players—"
"Will adapt. They always do. We'll merge with BC Sol if needed. Or run parallel. Either way, they'll understand." His voice lowered, almost reverent. "Because what's important to me—is you."
Valt stared at him, stunned into silence.
"You are the champion, Valt. The legend of legends. And you've never let anything stop you… but you also never stopped for yourself. So let me do that now."
Shu stepped closer, pressing his forehead gently to Valt's again.
"I can manage a team from anywhere in the world. But I can't manage being away from you."
Valt let out a trembling breath, eyes wide with emotion. "You really are insane…"
Shu smirked. "For you? Completely."
Valt buried his face in Shu's chest with a strangled sound halfway between a laugh and a sob.
"This is too big, Shu—"
"It's not bigger than what I feel for you."
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Meanwhile…
Back in America, Raging Bulls staff began receiving official notifications of "relocation protocols to Barcelona under immediate effect."
One junior blader stared at the news and shouted, "ARE WE BEING TRADED FOR LOVE?!"
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To be continued…
(Next: Spain becomes the epicenter of beyblade chaos. As Raging Bulls and BC Sol prepare to merge, the world watches—and Valt realizes Shu may have changed countries, but his biggest goal was always simple: staying by Valt's side, no matter what it cost.)