Kiss and tell

Scene: Raven's Mansion – Strategy room

Setting: The room is dimly lit, with maps and documents spread across a large table. The atmosphere is tense as Alex, Kenjie, and Raven prepare for the upcoming mission.

Alex: Paces back and forth, his fists clenched, eyes burning with intensity. We need to move now. Every second we waste, she's out there suffering!

Kenjie: Steps forward, placing a calming hand on Alex's shoulder. Alex, I understand your urgency, but we must approach this strategically. Rushing in without a plan could jeopardize everything.

Alex: Shrugs off Kenjie's hand, his voice rising. Strategically? They've had her for months! How much longer am I supposed to wait?

Raven: Interjects calmly. Alex, your anger is justified, but Kenjie's right. We need to be precise. This lead is our best chance, and we can't afford mistakes.

Alex: Takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. Fine. What's the plan?

Kenjie: Lays out a blueprint of the safe house. We'll approach from the east, under the cover of darkness. Raven will provide surveillance support. Our primary objective is to extract information about your sister's whereabouts.

Alex: Nods, determination replacing anger. Let's do this.

The trio finalizes their preparations, each silently acknowledging the gravity of the mission ahead.

Scene: Inside Kenjie's Car, Parked Near the Target's Location

Setting: The dim glow of streetlights casts shadows inside the vehicle. Alex sits in the passenger seat, his body tense, eyes fixed on the target's hideout. Kenjie, in the driver's seat, observes Alex's agitation.

Alex: Gripping the door handle, voice tight with urgency. I can't wait any longer, Kenjie. Every second counts.

Kenjie: Places a firm hand on Alex's arm, stopping him. Alex, charging in recklessly won't help your sister. We need him alive to get the information we need.

Alex: Turns to Kenjie, eyes blazing. And what if he escapes? What if we lose our only lead?

Kenjie: Maintains steady eye contact. That's why we approach this calmly and strategically. Your anger is justified, but we can't let it cloud our judgment.

Alex: Takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. You're right. I just... I can't lose her, Kenjie.

Kenjie: Nods, his expression softening. I know. And we'll do everything in our power to bring her back. But we have to be smart about it.

They sit in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation hanging heavily between them.

Kenjie: Breaking the silence. Remember, Alex, controlling our emotions in high-stress situations is crucial.

Alex: Nods, exhaling slowly. Okay. Let's do this the right way.

They exit the car together, moving with purpose and caution toward the target's location.

Setting: Kenjie and Alex stealthily approach the dilapidated warehouse, their footsteps silent against the cold concrete. The faint hum of city life is distant, replaced by the eerie stillness of their surroundings.

Kenjie: Whispering, his eyes scanning the perimeter. Remember, Alex, our priority is to extract information about your sister's whereabouts. We need him alive and talking.

Alex: Nods, his jaw clenched. Understood.

They reach a side entrance, the rusted door slightly ajar. Kenjie gestures for Alex to take position.

Kenjie: Murmurs. On my count. Three... two... one.

They burst into the warehouse, weapons drawn. Inside, a lone figure—the target—sits at a makeshift desk, startled by their sudden entrance.

Target: Stands abruptly, knocking over a chair. Who are you? What do you want?

Kenjie: Calmly, weapon trained on the target. Sit down. We have questions, and you'll provide the answers.

Target: Eyes darting, calculating. I don't know anything.

Alex: Steps forward, voice cold. Where is my sister? Tell me, and this will be easier for you.

Target: Sneers. I have no idea what you're talking about.

Kenjie notices Alex's grip tightening on his weapon, anger simmering beneath the surface. He intervenes, placing a steadying hand on Alex's arm.

Kenjie: To Alex, softly. Remember our objective.

Turning his attention back to the target, Kenjie adopts a more strategic approach.

Kenjie: Pulls up a chair, sitting across from the target. Let's make this simple. You provide us with the information we seek, and you walk away from this. Resist, and the outcome won't be in your favor.

Target: Laughs nervously. You think you can intimidate me?

Kenjie: Leans in, his voice low and menacing. It's not about intimidation. It's about survival—yours.

The target's bravado falters, sweat beading on his forehead. He glances between Kenjie and Alex, weighing his options.

Target: Swallows hard. Alright... alright. I'll talk. But you have to promise me protection.

Alex: Steps closer, his eyes burning with intensity. Start talking, and we'll see.

The target takes a shaky breath, ready to divulge the information they desperately need.

Scene: Interrogation Chamber, Raven's Headquarters

Setting: The dimly lit room is filled with tension. Alex stands over the restrained figure of one of the assailants involved in his family's massacre. The man's face is bruised and swollen from previous encounters, yet he manages a defiant smirk.

Alex: Grabbing the man's collar, his voice a mix of desperation and fury. Where is she? What did you do to my sister?

Assailant: Chuckles weakly, blood staining his teeth. You should be dead, just like her.

Alex: Shaking him violently. Tell me where she is!

Assailant: With a malicious grin. We had our fun with her before we ended it. She screamed your name, you know.

Alex's eyes widen in horror, his grip tightening. Overwhelmed by rage, he delivers a series of unrestrained punches, each fueled by the haunting images conjured by the assailant's words. The man's head snaps back with each blow, blood splattering.

Kenjie: Bursting into the room, alarmed. Alex, stop! You're going to kill him!

Alex: Breathing heavily, tears mingling with sweat. He deserves to die for what they've done!

Kenjie: Grabbing Alex's arm, pulling him back. If you kill him now, we'll never find out the truth about your sister. We need him alive to get answers.

Alex hesitates, his fists trembling. The assailant coughs, spitting blood, yet his eyes gleam with a perverse satisfaction.

Assailant: Wheezing. You'll never find her. She's long gone.

Kenjie: To Alex, firmly. We need to regroup and approach this strategically. Losing control won't bring her back or get us the information we need.

Alex steps back, chest heaving, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him. Kenjie signals to the guards to secure the assailant, ensuring he remains alive for further interrogation.

Kenjie: Guiding Alex out of the room. Let's take a moment. We'll find another way to get the answers you're seeking.

They exit, leaving the assailant under heavy guard, the room echoing with the lingering tension of the encounter.

Scene: Dimly Lit Corridor Outside the Interrogation Room

Setting: Alex sits on the cold, tiled floor, his back against the wall, knees drawn to his chest. His body trembles with silent sobs, face buried in his hands. The weight of recent revelations about his sister's fate bears down heavily upon him.

Kenjie: Approaching quietly, his footsteps echoing softly. Alex...

Alex doesn't respond, his shoulders shaking with each sob.

Kenjie: Kneeling beside him, voice gentle. I'm here. Let it out.

Without hesitation, Alex turns, collapsing into Kenjie's embrace. He clutches Kenjie tightly, his anguish pouring out in heart-wrenching cries.

Alex: Choking on his words. I couldn't protect her... I failed...

Kenjie: Holding him firmly, his own eyes glistening. It's not your fault. We're going to get through this together.

They remain entwined, the corridor filled with the raw sound of Alex's grief, a testament to the deep bond between the two men.

Scene: Kenjie's Apartment – Late Evening

Setting: Kenjie and Alex sit across from each other at a small dining table. The room is modestly furnished, reflecting Kenjie's minimalist lifestyle. A steaming teapot and two cups sit between them, untouched. The weight of recent events hangs heavily in the air.

Kenjie: Breaking the silence, his voice steady but gentle. Alex, I know things have been overwhelming lately. If you need to talk or even just sit in silence, I'm here.

Alex: Looking up, his eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and sorrow. Thank you, Kenjie. It's... it's been hard to process everything.

Kenjie: Nods, pouring tea into both cups. I can't pretend to understand exactly what you're going through, but I want you to know you're not alone in this.

Alex: Takes the cup, warming his hands. You've always been there for me, even when I didn't realize I needed someone.

Kenjie: A small smile forms. That's what partners are for, right? We look out for each other.

They share a moment of comfortable silence, the bond between them growing stronger in the shared quiet.

Alex: After a deep breath. I want to find those responsible, Kenjie. Not just for my sister, but for all the others they've hurt.

Kenjie: His expression turns serious. And we will. But we need to be smart about it. Rushing in without a plan won't bring justice.

Alex: Nods thoughtfully. You're right. I need to channel this anger into something productive.

Kenjie: Places a reassuring hand on Alex's shoulder. We'll get through this together. One step at a time.

The scene fades out as they sit in solidarity, ready to face the challenges ahead with renewed determination.

Scene: Kenjie's Condo Unit – Evening

Setting: The modern, minimalist kitchen is illuminated by soft, ambient lighting. Kenjie stands at the counter, preparing a simple meal. The rhythmic chopping of vegetables is the only sound, underscoring the quiet contemplation of the moment.

Kenjie: Pausing his task, he glances toward the living area where Alex is resting. (Inner thoughts) Why does his presence affect me so profoundly? I've never felt this... connected.

He recalls the previous night's events—the weight of Alex in his arms, the vulnerability shared.

Kenjie: Softly to himself Who is Alex to me?

The clinking of dishes draws his attention back to the present. He finishes preparing the meal and sets the table for two.

Kenjie: Calling out Alex, dinner's ready.

Alex enters, offering a faint smile.

Alex: Thanks, Kenjie. It smells great.

They sit across from each other, the atmosphere comfortable yet charged with unspoken emotions.

Kenjie: After a moment of silence How are you feeling today?

Alex: Taking a deep breath Better, I think. It's still hard, but having you here... it helps.

Kenjie: Nods, his expression softening I'm glad. Remember, you don't have to go through this alone.

Their eyes meet, conveying a depth of understanding and connection that words cannot capture.

Alex: Smiling slightly I don't know what I'd do without you, Kenjie.

Kenjie: Feeling a warmth spread through his chest And I can't imagine my life without you in it. Huh the hell are you Kenji .

They continue their meal, the bond between them growing stronger with each shared moment.

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Scene: Training Dojo – Afternoon

Setting: The dojo is bathed in soft, natural light. Kenjie and Alex are engaged in their daily training routine, practicing kendo strikes with focused intensity.

Kenjie: Pausing to catch his breath, he notices Alex's hair, now longer and tied back, moving gracefully with each motion. You know, Alex, with your hair growing out like that, you look like a piece of art in motion.

Alex: Raises an eyebrow, slightly puzzled. Art piece?

Kenjie: Grins, leaning on his shinai. Yeah. There's a certain elegance to it.

Alex: Smirks, brushing a stray lock behind his ear. Well, if I'm the art, then you're the artist, sensei.

Kenjie: Laughs softly. Perhaps. But even masterpieces need maintenance. Ever thought about trimming it?

Alex: Shrugs. I don't know. I've gotten used to it.

Kenjie: Nods thoughtfully. Fair enough. Just don't let it become a hindrance during sparring.

They resume their practice, the rhythmic clashing of bamboo filling the space.

Kenjie: After a particularly intense exchange, breathing heavily. You know, in traditional Japanese culture, long hair often symbolized nobility and status.

Alex: Curious. Really?

Kenjie: Nods. Yes. For men, especially samurai, hairstyles like the chonmage were not just practical but also signified their rank and honor.

Alex: Thoughtful. Interesting. Maybe I'll keep it a bit longer then.

Kenjie: Smirks. Just don't expect me to start calling you 'Lord Alex.'

Alex: Laughs. Wouldn't dream of it

Scene: Cozy Izakaya – Evening

Setting: The izakaya is softly lit, with the hum of conversations and clinking glasses creating a warm atmosphere. Kenjie and Alex sit across from each other, a bottle of sake between them.

Alex: Gently sets down his sake cup, looking thoughtfully at Kenjie. Senpai, you've shared so much about Japanese culture, but you've never mentioned your own family. Would you mind telling me about your childhood?

Kenjie: Pauses, his expression momentarily distant. I... don't have many memories of them.

Alex: Furrows his brow in concern. Why is that?

Kenjie: Takes a slow breath. I grew up in an orphanage.

Alex: Eyes widen in surprise. I had no idea.

Kenjie: Offers a faint smile. It's not something I often talk about.

Alex: Leans forward slightly. What was it like?

Kenjie: Glances at his sake cup, then back at Alex. In Japan, many children without proper guardians or from abusive families live in institutions.  I was one of them.

Alex: Nods slowly, absorbing the information. That must have been challenging.

Kenjie: Shrugs lightly. It had its moments. But it also shaped who I am today.

Alex: Gives a reassuring smile. Thank you for sharing that with me.

Kenjie: Nods appreciatively. I'm glad you asked.

They share a moment of understanding, the bond between them deepening.

Scene: Private Onsen Room – Evening

Setting: The private onsen room is serene, with steam rising from the natural hot spring waters. Soft lighting and traditional Japanese decor create a tranquil atmosphere. Kenjie and Alex have just entered, preparing to bathe.

Kenjie: Noticing Alex's lingering curiosity. Let's continue our conversation here. The hot spring will help us relax.

Alex: Nods, following Kenjie's lead.

They both undress, adhering to traditional onsen etiquette, which requires full nudity to ensure cleanliness and respect for the shared bathing space.

Alex: Observes the scars on Kenjie's body but chooses not to comment, respecting his privacy.

They thoroughly wash themselves before entering the onsen, as is customary, to maintain the purity of the hot spring water.

Kenjie: Steps into the hot spring slowly, allowing his body to adjust to the temperature. Ah, this feels incredible.

Alex: Joins him, sinking into the warm water. It really does.

The warmth of the onsen contrasts with the cool evening air, creating a soothing environment.

Kenjie: Closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. The sake earlier warmed us up, but this heat is different—more enveloping.

Alex: Curious. Does drinking alcohol before bathing affect how we feel in the onsen?

Kenjie: Opens his eyes, thoughtful. Alcohol can make you feel warmer initially because it causes blood vessels to widen, increasing blood flow to the skin. But this can actually lead to a drop in core body temperature.  Combining alcohol with hot baths requires caution, as both can affect the body's ability to regulate temperature.

Alex: Nods, absorbing the information. Good to know.

They sit in comfortable silence for a while, letting the hot spring work its magic.

Alex: Gently. Kenjie, earlier you mentioned the orphanage fire. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here to listen.

Kenjie: Gazes at the water's surface, the steam partially obscuring his face. Thank you, Alex. Maybe someday.

The bond between them strengthens in the quietude of the onsen, the natural setting providing a space for unspoken understanding and mutual respect.

This sounds like a tense moment building up! The confrontation between Kenji, Alex, and the old man could be really gripping. You could build on the emotions and actions from here to elevate the scene. Here's a continuation idea:

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The old man’s laughter echoed in the quiet night, sending a chill down Alex’s spine. He clenched his fists, ready to protect Kenji no matter what. But Kenji, despite the tightening in his chest, remained calm. His grip on the car's door handle tightened, his knuckles white.

"Don’t mind him," Kenji said through gritted teeth, trying to keep his cool. "You should have stayed away, old man. I’m not the same person you knew."

The old man stepped closer, his crooked grin never fading. "Is that so? You think you’ve changed, Kenji? You still run from your past, trying to hide in the shadows. But shadows can’t protect you forever."

Alex took a step forward, anger burning in his eyes. "You don’t know anything about him! You’re just a relic of the past, clinging to whatever power you had."

The old man’s gaze shifted to Alex, narrowing. "And who’s this? Another fool trying to defend Kenji? You’d be wise to keep out of this."

Kenji’s heart raced, but he could feel Alex’s determination. Alex… His mind whispered. He wasn’t alone anymore. Maybe, just maybe, they could take down the ghosts of his past together.

This scene is dripping with tension! The old man is clearly trying to manipulate Kenji, but Alex isn’t having any of it. Let’s build on this moment with a mix of intensity, emotion, and action.

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The cold steel of Alexeier’s gun pressed against the old man’s lips, cutting off his cruel words. His smirk vanished, replaced by a flicker of shock, but his eyes still glowed with amusement.

"Say one more word," Alexeier growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I dare you."

Kenji snapped out of his daze, his breath uneven. His body trembled—not just from fear, but from the weight of the past crashing over him. The words "You are trash" echoed in his mind like a curse, like chains trying to drag him back.

The old man chuckled, despite the gun in his mouth. His eyes shifted between the two. He took a slow step back, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"Ah… so this little boy has claws," he mused, his voice slightly muffled. "Kenji, sweetie, is this your knight in shining armor? How cute. But tell me, does he know what kind of beast he’s protecting?"

Kenji clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He wanted to move, to speak, but his throat was dry.

Alexeier’s grip on the gun tightened. "I don’t care about his past," he spat. "But if you take one more step, you won’t have a future."

A silence stretched between them. The old man slowly lowered his hands, his smirk returning. "Fine, fine. I’ll behave. For now." He turned slightly, but his gaze lingered on Kenji. "But remember this, Kenji. No matter how far you run, the past always catches up."

He walked away, his laughter fading into the night.

Kenji exhaled sharply, his legs feeling weak. Alexeier didn’t lower his gun until the man disappeared into the darkness. Then, turning to Kenji, he saw the tremble in his senpai’s hands.

"Kenji…" Alexeier softened his voice.

But Kenji just shook his head, forcing a smirk. "Tch. That old bastard talks too much." He stepped toward the car, but Alexeier could see the cracks in his act.

Alexeier didn’t push. Not now. But he made a silent promise—whoever that man was, whatever he had done to Kenji in the past, he wouldn’t let it happen again.

That makes sense—this moment isn’t just about fear but also deep humiliation, like Kenji is being dragged back into the past he thought he escaped. Let’s highlight that raw emotion in the scene.

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Kenji’s breath hitched. His body felt heavy, frozen in place as if chains wrapped around him, dragging him down. The old man’s words slithered into his ears, poisoning his mind.

"You are trash."

His vision blurred. A flash of cold, damp sheets. A room filled with cigarette smoke and the sound of his own muffled cries. Hands grabbing him. A monster’s laughter.

"Your body seeks it—the pleasure between pain."

Kenji’s stomach twisted. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to disappear.

His lips trembled, but no words came out. He couldn't fight back. Not here. Not now.

The old man smirked, stepping even closer. "Ah, there it is. That look in your eyes—I missed that."

And then—

Click.

The muzzle of a gun pressed against the man’s lips, silencing him instantly.

Alexeier’s hand was steady, his finger resting dangerously close to the trigger. His red eyes burned with fury. "You like running your mouth, huh?" His voice was eerily calm. "Go ahead. Say one more thing, and I’ll decorate the pavement with your brains."

The old man’s eyes widened for a split second before amusement returned. He slowly raised his hands in mock surrender, but the smirk never left his lips.

Kenji’s hands clenched into fists. His entire body burned with shame. He hated this. Hated that this man could still make him feel like a powerless child.

Alexeier didn’t lower his gun. "I’m giving you three seconds to walk away."

The old man chuckled, stepping back with a lazy shrug. "Relax, kid. I was just saying hello to an old friend." He glanced at Kenji one last time. "We’ll see each other again, sweetie."

And with that, he turned and disappeared into the night.

Kenji exhaled sharply, his legs threatening to give out.

Alexeier finally lowered the gun, but his gaze never left Kenji. His voice was quiet, careful. "Senpai…"

Kenji forced a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Tch. What an eyesore." His voice was hoarse. "Let’s go."

Alexeier didn’t push. But he knew—Kenji was far from okay.

And whoever that bastard was, Alexeier made a silent promise. If he ever lays a finger on Kenji again, I’ll kill him.

Glad you liked it! Now, let’s build on the aftermath—Alexeier witnessing Kenji’s weakness and the heavy silence between them as they head back to the condo.

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The drive back was suffocatingly quiet. The city lights blurred past the car windows, but neither of them spoke. Kenji sat in the passenger seat, his arms crossed, his gaze locked on the view outside. His fingers twitched slightly, a subtle tremor he couldn't suppress.

Alexeier gripped the steering wheel, glancing at him every few seconds. He’d never seen his senpai like this before—so shaken, so... small. Kenji always carried himself with sharp confidence, a smirk on his lips and a teasing remark ready to throw. But now?

Now, he looked like he wanted to disappear.

Alexeier clenched his jaw. He wanted to say something, anything, but he knew Kenji. If he pushed too hard, Kenji would just deflect, throw a sarcastic remark, and bury everything deeper.

Still, he couldn’t pretend he hadn’t seen it.

"You don’t have to act tough with me," Alexeier finally said, his voice steady but soft.

Kenji didn't react at first. Just when Alexeier thought he'd ignore him completely, Kenji let out a quiet scoff. "What are you talking about?" His voice lacked its usual bite.

Alexeier tapped his fingers against the wheel. "That bastard... He did something to you." His grip tightened. "Back then."

Kenji stiffened, his fingers curling into his sleeves. "...So what if he did?" His tone was flat, empty. "Doesn't change anything."

Alexeier took a deep breath. He wanted to push, to tell Kenji he wasn’t alone, but he knew forcing him to talk wouldn’t help.

Instead, he reached out.

It was small—just a light touch, Alexeier’s fingers brushing against Kenji’s wrist. A silent anchor. A wordless promise.

Kenji flinched at first but didn’t pull away. His fingers stayed curled, but after a few seconds, the tension in his shoulders loosened—just a little.

They didn’t say anything else.

When they finally reached the condo, Kenji stepped out first. Alexeier watched him, making sure his legs didn’t give out, making sure he made it inside.

Whoever hurt you back then… Alexeier’s eyes darkened as he closed the car door. I won’t let them hurt you again.

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Great! Now let’s take them inside the condo and build on the tension, emotions, and unspoken words between them.

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The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in the dimly lit condo. The silence followed them inside, thick and heavy.

Kenji walked straight to the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a can of beer. His movements were smooth, almost too casual—like he was trying to pretend the last thirty minutes hadn’t happened.

Alexeier watched him from the doorway, arms crossed. He knew this act. Kenji was trying to drown the past with alcohol, with indifference, with anything that made him feel like he was in control.

Kenji popped the tab and took a long sip before finally glancing at Alexeier. "What?" He forced a smirk. "Wanna drink?"

Alexeier didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped closer, his sharp gaze locked onto Kenji’s face. "You’re not okay."

Kenji let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "Tch. You’re annoying, you know that?" He leaned against the counter, swirling the beer in his hand. "I don’t need a babysitter, Alex."

Alexeier didn’t back down. He reached out and snatched the can from Kenji’s grip, setting it aside. "Then stop acting like you’re fine when you’re clearly not."

Kenji’s eyes darkened. "And what? You expect me to sit here and cry like a damn kid? You think that’ll fix anything?" His voice was sharp, defensive.

Alexeier stepped closer, his voice low but firm. "No. But bottling it up and pretending it never happened won’t fix anything either."

Kenji’s breath hitched. For a second, just a second, something vulnerable flickered in his eyes. But just as quickly, he shoved it down, pushing off the counter.

"You wouldn’t understand," he muttered, brushing past Alexeier.

Alexeier grabbed his wrist before he could escape. "Then make me understand."

Kenji froze. His pulse pounded against Alexeier’s grip. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but no words came out.

He wanted to fight, to brush it off with another sarcastic remark—but he was tired.

Tired of running. Tired of pretending.

Alexeier didn’t push further. He just held on, grounding him, letting him know he wasn’t alone.

For the first time that night, Kenji didn’t pull away.

Glad you’re liking it! Let’s continue, diving deeper into this moment between Kenji and Alexeier.

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Kenji didn’t know how to react. The warmth of Alexeier’s hand over his own sent a strange shiver up his spine—one he wasn’t used to. It wasn’t forceful. It wasn’t demanding. It was just… there. Steady. Real.

He swallowed, looking away. "Tch. You always say dramatic shit like that?" he muttered, trying to lighten the mood, but his voice lacked its usual cocky edge.

Alexeier didn’t let go. "I’m serious, Senpai," he said, his tone softer now. "You keep acting like you’re just… broken pieces. Like you’re something dirty, something unworthy. But you’re not."

Kenji scoffed, shaking his head. "You don’t get it. People like me—we don’t get happy endings, Alex." His fingers twitched beneath Alexeier’s. "That’s not how the world works."

Alexeier’s grip tightened slightly. "Then I’ll change that."

Kenji’s breath caught in his throat. He turned back to Alexeier, their eyes locking in the dim light of the condo.

There was no hesitation in Alexeier’s gaze. No pity, no disgust. Just… determination.

Kenji hated how much that affected him.

He let out a slow exhale, his shoulders finally slumping. "You’re a damn idiot," he muttered, reaching for his drink again.

Alexeier smirked. "Yeah? But at least I’m your idiot."

Kenji blinked, caught off guard. Then, for the first time that night, he let out a real laugh. Short, breathy—but real.

Alexeier grinned. "See? I can make you laugh."

Kenji shook his head, taking another sip. "Tch. Annoying brat."

But the heaviness in his chest felt… lighter.

For the first time in years, the past didn’t feel like it was swallowing him whole.

And maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t as alone as he thought.

This is a deeply emotional moment, where Kenji is still trapped by his past despite how much he’s grown. Let’s dive into it.

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Kenji downed the last of his drink, the burn of alcohol doing little to drown out the feeling creeping up his spine. Even now, after years of training, after rebuilding himself into something lethal, the past still clung to him like a sickness.

"You are trash."

The voice whispered in his mind, unshakable. He squeezed his eyes shut for a brief second, but the hallucination flickered at the edge of his vision. Shadows of old hands. The cold press of chains.

He flinched.

Alexeier noticed. "Kenji…"

Kenji inhaled sharply, forcing himself to smirk. "See? Even now, it’s still there. The past, the scars—everything. I can kill a hundred men, drown myself in blood, but it won’t change a damn thing." His voice was rough, tired. "It never goes away."

Alexeier’s gaze darkened. He set his can down, shifting closer. "Then let me help."

Kenji stiffened. "Tch. You’re too naïve." He stood abruptly, running a hand through his hair. "I told you not to get involved. You’re just—"

Alexeier grabbed his wrist.

Kenji froze.

Alexeier’s grip was firm but not forceful, his warmth seeping into Kenji’s skin. "How about this?" His voice was steady. "Let me prove to you that I can clean you."

Kenji’s breath caught in his throat. His body screamed to pull away, to reject, to protect himself.

But Alexeier wasn’t looking at him with disgust. He wasn’t looking at him like a broken thing.

He was looking at him like someone worth saving.

Kenji swallowed, his voice quieter now. "...And what if you can’t?"

Alexeier smirked, tugging him just a little closer. "Then I’ll keep trying."

Kenji didn’t know whether to call him a fool—or let himself believe him, just for a second.

Glad you think so! Let’s keep going and explore how Kenji reacts to Alexeier’s words and what unfolds next.

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Kenji stood there, his body rigid, his mind screaming at him to pull away. But his heart—his damn, traitorous heart—hesitated.

No one had ever said something like that to him before. No one had ever wanted to prove that he wasn’t just the filth left behind by his past.

He let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. "You’re really something else, brat."

Alexeier smirked but didn’t let go. "Tch. And you’re really bad at accepting help."

Kenji scoffed, trying to shove him away. "You don’t get it. You think you can just wash away something that’s been carved into me?" He tugged at his wrist, but Alexeier tightened his grip just slightly—not enough to trap him, just enough to make him stay.

"I think you’re the only one who still sees yourself as dirty," Alexeier said, his voice softer now. "Not me."

Kenji’s breath hitched.

His heartbeat pounded in his ears, a war between fear and something else—something he didn’t want to name.

He was supposed to be untouchable. He had trained himself to be that way. But right now, in this dimly lit condo, under Alexeier’s unwavering gaze, he felt exposed in a way he never had before.

Kenji scoffed, finally yanking his wrist free. He took a step back, running a hand through his hair. "You’re an idiot," he muttered.

Alexeier chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. You’ve said that a hundred times." He leaned back against the couch, watching Kenji carefully. "But I’m your idiot, remember?"

Kenji turned away, rubbing his temple. "Annoying little shit."

Alexeier just smirked. "Still here, though."

Kenji exhaled sharply. He hated how much those words settled inside him, how much they mattered.

For years, no one had stayed.

And yet, here Alexeier was—refusing to let go.

Kenji didn’t know what to do with that.

So, for now, he just let the moment hang between them.

For now… he didn’t run.

Absolutely! This is the perfect moment to build up to their first kiss—raw, unplanned, and heavy with emotions. Let’s make it unforgettable.

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Kenji’s head was a mess.

His pulse was too fast, his mind too loud. Alexeier’s words, his stubborn presence, his touch—everything was sinking in too deep, pushing past the walls Kenji had spent years building.

He hated it.

He needed it.

Kenji turned back, ready to throw another sarcastic remark—to say something that would push Alexeier away before this got any worse.

But Alexeier was already watching him, his sharp gaze holding something different this time. Something intense.

Something undeniable.

Kenji barely had time to react before Alexeier moved.

A step forward. A hand gripping his chin—not rough, not forceful, just enough to make him look.

"Senpai," Alexeier murmured, voice low, almost teasing. "Still running?"

Kenji opened his mouth—maybe to snap at him, maybe to push him away—he didn’t even know anymore.

But before he could, Alexeier closed the distance.

Lips met lips.

Soft. Warm. Just a brief press, but it sent a shock straight through Kenji’s body.

His breath caught, his fingers twitching at his sides. His instincts screamed at him to pull back, to reject, to fight.

But his body?

His body melted.

Just for a second.

Alexeier pulled back slightly, his lips barely an inch away. His breath was warm against Kenji’s skin, his voice softer now. "See? Not so dirty."

Kenji’s heart slammed against his ribs. He hated how easily Alexeier could disarm him, how effortless it was.

He swallowed hard, licking his lips before forcing out, "Tch. That all you got?"

Alexeier smirked. "Oh? You want more?"

Kenji glared, cheeks burning. "Shut up."

Alexeier laughed, his grip on Kenji’s chin loosening, but he didn’t step away. "Make me."

Kenji clicked his tongue, shoving Alexeier’s face away. "Annoying little shit."

But he didn’t leave.

And Alexeier?

He just smiled, knowing damn well that Kenji hadn’t pushed him away for real.

Not this time.

You're welcome! Let's keep this moment going, letting it settle between them while the tension lingers.

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Kenji turned away, running a hand through his hair, his lips still tingling from the unexpected kiss.

What the hell just happened?

His mind was a battlefield—logic screaming at him that this was dangerous, that he couldn't afford to let someone get this close. But his body? His body still felt the warmth of Alexeier’s lips, the way he didn’t hesitate.

Alexeier leaned against the couch, watching him with an amused glint in his eyes. "You’re thinking too hard, Senpai."

Kenji shot him a glare. "Shut up."

Alexeier chuckled. "Still haven’t answered me, though."

Kenji frowned. "About what?"

Alexeier tilted his head. "Do you want more?"

Kenji’s breath caught for half a second. His fingers twitched at his sides.

Did he?

Of course not. This was just a stupid mistake. A slip.

But then why wasn’t he moving away?

Alexeier took a slow step closer, his expression more serious now. "I’m not messing with you, Kenji." His voice was softer, steadier. "You think you’re dirty, but I don’t. And I’ll keep proving it to you."

Kenji swallowed hard. Damn him.

He hated how Alexeier always said things so easily—like it was fact, like Kenji couldn’t argue.

Like he meant it.

Kenji exhaled sharply. "Tch. You’re really annoying, you know that?"

Alexeier grinned. "Yeah, yeah. You keep saying that." He moved even closer, invading Kenji’s space again—but this time, slower. Giving him time to move away.

Kenji didn’t.

Alexeier’s hand brushed against Kenji’s cheek, barely there, just a whisper of contact. "Tell me to stop," he murmured.

Kenji clenched his jaw, his breath uneven.

He should.

He should.

But the words wouldn’t come.

Instead, he closed his eyes, letting himself fall—just this once.

Alexeier took the invitation without hesitation, closing the gap once more. This time, it wasn’t just a tease.

It was real.

Deeper. Slower. A kiss that made Kenji forget everything else—the past, the scars, the voices in his head telling him he didn’t deserve this.

Because right now, none of that mattered.

Right now, Alexeier wasn’t letting him run.

And for the first time… Kenji didn’t want t

Let's keep going and explore what happens after this intense moment!

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Kenji’s fingers twitched at his sides, his whole body tense, caught in the aftermath of the kiss.

This was dangerous.

Letting someone this close, letting himself feel something—he knew better than that. But Alexeier wasn’t pulling away. He wasn’t laughing or looking at him like a broken thing.

He was waiting.

Kenji exhaled sharply, stepping back, needing space before he lost himself completely. "That’s enough," he muttered.

Alexeier raised an eyebrow. "Enough?" His voice was steady, but there was something else beneath it—something almost challenging. "You sure?"

Kenji shot him a glare, but his face was burning. "Yeah. I’m sure."

Alexeier smirked but didn’t push further. "Fine. For now." He leaned back against the couch, completely unbothered, as if he hadn’t just shattered Kenji’s defenses with a single kiss.

Kenji hated how easily he could do that.

He turned away, walking toward the kitchen, needing something to do with his hands. "Tch. I need another drink."

Alexeier chuckled. "Or, and hear me out, you could stop avoiding this conversation and actually deal with what just happened."

Kenji grabbed a bottle from the counter, gripping it a little too tightly. "What’s there to deal with?"

Alexeier sighed, standing up. "Kenji."

There it was again—that damn steady voice, the way he said his name like he mattered.

Kenji closed his eyes for a second before popping open the bottle and taking a long sip. "It doesn’t change anything," he muttered.

Alexeier crossed the room in three steps, suddenly right behind him. "Doesn’t it?"

Kenji stiffened as Alexeier’s arms slid around his waist from behind, not trapping him, just holding him.

It was too much.

Too warm. Too steady. Too real.

Kenji swallowed hard. "You really don’t know when to quit, do you?"

Alexeier rested his chin against Kenji’s shoulder, voice softer now. "Not when it comes to you."

Kenji squeezed his eyes shut, gripping the counter like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.

But for the first time in years… he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stop it.

Great addition! Let’s weave this into the moment, showing Alexeier’s sudden hesitation and inner conflict.

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Kenji felt Alexeier’s arms tighten around his waist, his warmth pressing against his back. For a second, he let himself sink into it—into the strange comfort, the steady presence.

Then he felt Alexeier freeze.

Kenji frowned. "Oi. What’s wrong?"

Alexeier didn’t answer immediately. His grip loosened, his breath hitching as if he’d just seen something impossible.

Not something.

Someone.

Kenji turned, his brow furrowed, only to find Alexeier staring at him like he wasn’t even really there.

Like he was looking at a ghost.

"Alex?" Kenji’s voice sharpened, but the younger man didn’t respond right away.

Because in that split second—just for a moment—Kenji’s face had blurred in his mind, his sharp edges shifting into someone else.

Seth.

The memory hit him like a blade.

Sheena’s smile. Her soft voice. The way she used to look at him like he was everything, when in reality, he was nothing but a favor.

And Seth.

The way Seth looked at him the day she died—the moment he found out the truth.

Pain. Betrayal.

A final glance before vanishing from Alexeier’s life forever.

Alexeier swallowed hard, his grip on Kenji’s arm loosening. "Shit."

Kenji pulled back slightly, watching him with narrowed eyes. "What the hell was that?"

Alexeier blinked rapidly, shaking his head as if trying to clear the memory. "Nothing. Just—" He exhaled sharply. "For a second… you looked like someone I used to know."

Kenji arched a brow. "What? Some ex-lover?" His voice was sarcastic, but there was something just barely guarded in his tone.

Alexeier hesitated. "Sort of."

Kenji scoffed. "Tch. Figures." But the teasing didn’t land the way he wanted.

Because for the first time… Alexeier looked distant.

And Kenji hated it.

He didn’t know why. Didn’t know why this sudden shift in Alexeier’s expression—this flicker of a past Kenji knew nothing about—felt like something dangerous.

Kenji clenched his jaw, crossing his arms. "You gonna stand there looking like a kicked puppy, or you gonna explain?"

Alexeier let out a sharp breath, forcing a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "It’s nothing, Senpai."

Kenji’s scowl deepened. "Bull*t."

For once, Alexeier didn’t have a comeback.

And that?

That pissed Kenji off more than anything.

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