Scene: "The Car Ride to Chaos (or Passion on Wheels)"
(Continuation)
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Penthouse Suite – Late Morning
Valt stood in front of the full-length mirror, doing a final check—and even he had to admit:
He looked devastating.
He'd pulled out one of his rare, show-stopping looks—maybe to mess with Shu a little, maybe to look like a flawless Champion walking into his boyfriend's territory, maybe just because he wanted to feel confident in a way that said "This is me. And yes, I'm taken."
He wore a jet-black button-down, fitted so well it clung to his lean, defined form without being too tight—sleeves rolled just below the elbows, the top two buttons undone to reveal a hint of his collarbone and a familiar bite mark. His dark blue skinny jeans hugged his long legs perfectly, tucked into sleek, dark boots that clicked confidently with every step. His hair was down, soft and tousled like something from a fashion shoot, making the contrast with his sharp, intense blue eyes even more startling.
A thin chain gleamed at his neck—simple, silver, and unmistakably Shu's.
Shu—standing nearby in his own blood-red designer shirt and black slacks—had been quiet for the past two minutes.
Which was dangerous.
"…What?" Valt asked, glancing over at him suspiciously as he fixed his cuffs.
Shu just stared at him.
"Why are you looking at me like I'm lunch?"
"Because you are." Shu's voice was low and hot, the word "lunch" sounding dangerously closer to "dessert."
Valt turned pink instantly. "Don't start."
"I'm trying to behave," Shu said with zero sincerity. "But you're not helping baby."
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Outside – The Car Ride Begins
They slid into the backseat of Shu's private luxury car, windows tinted, interior black leather and decadently quiet.
Valt had barely buckled his seatbelt when Shu slid in beside him and slung his arm across the back of the seat—and then subtly behind Valt's shoulders. Valt leaned slightly away.
"Shu," he said warily. "Behave."
Shu didn't move. "You wore that knowing what it would do to me."
Valt turned to glare. "This is for the team. Not for you to get handsy in a moving vehicle."
"But it's a long ride," Shu purred, leaning closer. "And you're so soft."
Valt sputtered. "Excuse me?!"
Shu just grinned and cupped Valt's jaw, gently turning his face toward him.
His thumb brushed against Valt's bottom lip, and Valt shivered despite himself.
"Shu, don't—"
He did.
The kiss was slow at first—teasing. Testing.
But within seconds, it deepened.
Shu's hand slipped around Valt's waist, pulling him closer, and their lips collided again with more force, breath tangling, heat blooming under the surface like a storm brewing in silk.
Valt let out a soft, reluctant moan that he instantly regretted.
"Shu—" he gasped against his lips. "We're in a car—"
"Tinted windows."
Another kiss.
"No driver in the back."
Another kiss.
"You're too pretty to leave untouched."
Valt tried to push him away weakly. "You said you'd be well-behaved—"
"I lied," Shu growled, his hand slipping under the hem of Valt's shirt, warm fingers brushing skin.
Valt's breath hitched. "Shu—"
But Shu cut him off again with a kiss that was pure possession—teeth grazing lip, one hand in his hair, the other gripping his thigh as if trying to memorize it.
Valt melted.
The car swerved slightly as the driver coughed awkwardly from the front and politely turned up the divider window between them.
Smart man.
Shu pulled back just enough to breathe, lips brushing Valt's jaw as he whispered, "You're lucky I'm saving the rest for after we show you off."
Valt's entire face was crimson.
"Y-You're unhinged."
Shu smiled like a devil in a dream.
"And you're mine."
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Scene: "Meeting the Raging Bulls… and Surviving Shu's Death Stare"
(Continuation)
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Location: Raging Bulls HQ – Main Training Arena
Time: A few heart attacks past noon
The grand glass doors of the Raging Bulls training complex opened wide.
Shu walked in first, perfectly calm, perfectly collected—his aura humming with silent power.
Beside him, Valt walked just half a step behind. He was glowing—figuratively and possibly even literally—his dark button-down from earlier now slightly rumpled from the heated car ride and his blue hair effortlessly tousled. His presence sent a ripple through the building like a high-impact Beyblade crash.
The legendary world champion.
In Shu Kurenai's headquarters.
Looking like that.
Every blader in the room froze.
Some mouths dropped open.
Some jaws visibly snapped off and hit the floor.
Fubuki Sumiye, who had been in the middle of demonstrating a spin angle to a trainee, dropped his launcher mid-sentence and turned like he was caught in a divine vision. His eyes widened.
> "It's really him."
His face went scarlet.
Lane, standing off to the side with arms crossed and a permanent scowl, blinked slowly.
"…Is that Valt Aoi? In my building?"
"Yes," Shu said flatly as they approached.
Lane frowned. "He's shorter than I thought."
Valt gave a small, sheepish laugh. "Wow. Thanks?"
Lane shrugged. "You're still cooler than everyone else here. I respect that."
Fubuki, meanwhile, was having an internal meltdown.
> Valt Aoi is here. Right in front of me. The Valt Aoi. His hair's even shinier in real life. And that voice—oh my god is this what heart palpitations feel like—
He accidentally made direct eye contact with Valt.
Big mistake.
Valt smiled kindly at him. "Hey there! You're Fubuki, right? I've heard a lot about you."
Fubuki turned pink. "Y-Yes! I mean, I am! I mean—sir—I mean—Valt—I mean Mr. Aoi—"
He stopped speaking. Just stopped.
Valt chuckled. "Relax. I'm just Valt."
Enter: The Death Glare of Shu Kurenai.
Shu turned sharply toward Fubuki, eyes narrowing to icy slits, jaw clenched ever so slightly. His hand—casually resting on Valt's lower back—tightened possessively.
Fubuki froze.
Lane elbowed him lightly. "You're embarrassing yourself. And you're about to die."
"I wasn't looking at him like that!" Fubuki whispered, panic rising.
"You were breathing near him. That's enough," Lane muttered.
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Meanwhile, the other Raging Bulls members were in varying stages of awe, disbelief, and crisis.
A cluster of trainees huddled in a corner, whispering fiercely.
"He's hotter in real life."
"Is he going to train with us?!"
"Do you think he'll autograph my gloves?"
"Do you think we'll live if we ask?"
Someone dared to call out, "Mr. Valt—can I get a selfie—?"
Before the sentence even finished, Shu turned his head and glared.
Like, full-on 'do you want to be vaporized where you stand?' kind of glare.
The trainee sat down immediately.
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Valt, meanwhile, was trying to keep it together.
He could feel everyone's eyes on him—some filled with admiration, some with curiosity, and more than a few with thinly veiled fan-crush awe. Normally, he'd laugh, sign a few things, maybe toss a wink—
But Shu.
Shu was radiating territorial firestorm energy.
And worse—
His hand, already resting on Valt's waist, slid slowly around his side, fingers curling possessively against his shirt.
In full view of everyone.
Valt went crimson.
"Shu," he whispered, eyes darting around the stunned trainees and gawking staff, "uh j-jaan your hand—everyone can see—"
"I know," Shu replied smoothly, caressing him again. "Let them see jaan."
Valt facepalmed.
Half from embarrassment.
Half from the sheer helpless flutter in his chest.
> I give up. I've lost this battle. I've been claimed like a Beyblade stadium.
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"Get used to it," Lane muttered to Fubuki, arms crossed. "He's not gonna share. Not now. Not ever."
"Was he always like this?" Fubuki whispered.
"Worse," Lane said, dead serious. "This is mild Shu."
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Scene: "Captain-in-Law, Confirmed"
(Continuation)
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Location: Raging Bulls HQ – Central Arena
Time: 1:43 PM – Chaos Level: Maxed Out
Valt had finally managed to wriggle out of Shu's vice-like possessive grip just long enough to observe the Raging Bulls trainees in action. He was focused, kind, encouraging—clearly in his element. And every time he so much as smiled, several of the trainees looked like they were about to faint.
Shu watched from the sidelines, arms crossed, sipping bottled water with the air of a very smug dragon guarding his most precious treasure. Occasionally, when someone looked too long at Valt, he'd crunch the bottle slightly just to make a point.
Valt had just finished complimenting a blader's spin angle when his phone buzzed. He glanced at it and lit up.
[Message from: Kris 🧩]
> Reminder: Flight to Barcelona tomorrow, 9:20 AM. Tickets confirmed for you and Shu. –Kris
"Shu!" Valt called, jogging toward him, his blue hair bouncing a little with every step. "We're confirmed! We're flying out to Barcelona tomorrow!"
Shu raised an eyebrow but didn't move as Valt skidded to a stop in front of him.
Valt was so excited he didn't think—he just leaned in and kissed Shu's lips sweetly, joy sparkling in his eyes.
Right there. In the middle of the Raging Bulls facility.
With everyone watching.
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Dead silence.
One of the junior bladers dropped his launcher.
Fubuki went pink again and covered his eyes.
Lane blinked once. "Well. That happened."
Shu, however, melted into the kiss with the dopiest, dreamiest smile like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Valt pulled back—still buzzing—eyes shining. "I can't wait to show you BC Sol! And introduce you to the team and—"
Shu leaned in close and whispered with a smirk:
> "And your bedroom, Valt."
Valt froze.
"…Shu."
"Yes?"
"You did not just say that in front of half your team."
Shu leaned back, absolutely shameless. "Oh, I did."
Valt's entire face flushed red as he looked around—and realized, far too late, that every single person in the building was either staring, whispering, or trying very hard not to react.
He covered his face with both hands and groaned. "Oh my god I forgot you people exist."
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Across the arena…
Several Raging Bulls trainees huddled in a corner.
"Did he just kiss him?"
"He totally kissed him."
"And Shu smiled. Like a human."
"Did you hear what he said?! The bedroom thing?!"
"…So it's official, right? That's our—like—future—what do we call him?"
"Captain-in-law?" one whispered.
"Captain-in-law," the others nodded in reverent agreement.
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Unfortunately, not one of them noticed Shu standing a few feet behind them, arms folded.
One of them snickered, "Wonder if we'll have to start saluting him."
The others laughed.
Bad move.
Shu cleared his throat softly. "Excuse me?"
All of them jumped and spun around—pale-faced, eyes wide.
"I didn't quite catch that last part," Shu said, tone deceptively calm.
The poor trainee panicked. "We—we just meant that—like—Mr. Valt is… very… impressive?"
Shu raised one unimpressed brow.
Lane passed by with a barely suppressed smirk. "Captain-in-law has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"
Shu turned slowly to glare at Lane, who just kept walking like he hadn't dropped that verbal bomb and lit a fire behind him.
Valt jogged over, cheeks still red. "What's going on—oh no, what did I miss?"
A chorus of "Nothing, Mr. Aoi!" rang out.
Shu leaned close to Valt's ear.
> "They've started calling you Captain-in-law."
Valt blinked. "They what?"
"I approve," Shu said smugly.
Valt buried his face in Shu's chest with a groan. "This is getting out of hand."
Shu wrapped his arms around him and smiled down at the chaos he caused.
"So am I."
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To be continued…
(Next: Valt gets his grand tour of the Raging Bulls. The staff try to act normal. The trainees try not to flirt. Shu tries—and fails—to let go of Valt for more than three minutes. And Lane? Lane keeps poking the bear for fun.)