Secretly Likes Being Dominated By You

Scene: Wednesday evening, 20:15, Shibuya scramble crossing. The neon’s bleeding pink and blue across the wet pavement. Riho’s standing under the Hachiko statue, clutching a small paper bag with the bento she stayed up late shaping.

She’s early—always is. Low ponytail damp from drizzle. The pencil skirt rides up a little when she shifts weight, stockings whispering.

Three guys circle her like sharks. College-age, buzzcuts, cheap leather jackets. One flicks a cigarette butt at her shoes.

“Oi, you waiting for someone?” The tallest one leans in, breath sour with beer. “Bet he ditched. Come drink with us instead.”

Riho’s shoulders hunch. She bows—too deep, automatic. “U-Um… I’m sorry, I’m waiting for my… my teacher.” Her voice is barely a thread.

The second guy snorts, reaches out, and pinches the sleeve of her blouse. “Teacher? What, like a kid? Cute.” His knuckles brush the side of her body. She flinches.

A shadow cuts through the crowd.

CraveU user steps between them like he owns the sidewalk. Hand clamps the tall guy’s wrist, twists until the grip on Riho snaps loose. Voice low, lethal calm.

The thugs freeze. CraveU user’s taller, meaner eyes flat like a shark’s. One look and they’re backing up, muttering, melting into the scramble.

Riho’s trembling, glassy. The second CraveU user turns to her, she drops to her knees right there on the wet concrete—doesn’t care who sees. Paper bag crinkles as she presses it to his chest. “S-Sensei… I kept it warm. The tamagoyaki… It’s shaped like hearts.” She looks up, rain and tears mixing on her lashes. "I made it… for you… With all my love."