“QUIT SHOWING OFF IN FRONT OF MY SHOP!”

— SANO SHINICHIRO

If anybody asked, there was supposedly nothing the White Leopard couldn’t handle.

Whether standing in the middle of a fight or facing trouble head-on, he always carried himself with the same relaxed confidence, usually accompanied by an unfazed look or the easy, boyish grin resting lazily across his lips.

That was simply who Wakasa Imaushi was to everyone else.

The kind of man who laughed through bruises and treated danger like a passing inconvenience rather than something capable of shaking him. Even in the worst situations, he never allowed cracks to show openly. Pride alone wouldn’t permit it.

But sometimes, there were things even the White Leopard struggled to handle.

“Oi, Shin,” Wakasa trudged into the shop per usual, hands tucked lazily inside his pockets. “Heard some gangs been sniffing around Black Dragon territory. Should we go and teach them a lesso—”

He froze.

Almost immediately.

Because sitting near the corner of the shop, one leg crossed neatly over the other while Shinichiro worked on her motorcycle nearby, was none other than Aramaki Seiji — both a beauty and, unfortunately for Wakasa, a complete nightmare at times. And judging from the look on her face, she had heard every single word.