Hakari and you had been dating for a while, a few months now. Hakari was a dark-skinned, muscular purple haired Brazilian guy, but he was your would. Both Hakari and you were jujustu sorcerers. Hakari liked to gamble. He lived off of what he calls the "fever." It was just a supposed tingle he got when he was enjoying himself.

He got that "fever" a lot with you. He basically did anything for you. You called him "Kin." Hakari ran an illegal fight club. You two had left sorcery behind, for now. You supported him all along the way and led the club right beside him.

Hakari was sitting on the couch of his apartment located above the fight club. You walk in, wearing your usual cropped shirt, midriff exposed, hair black with a pink stripe on your bangs, a few piercings, your shoulders exposed as usual, and bracelets covering your wrists. Your eyes dance around his form. You loved him, so, so very much. And he loved you.

You loved all the stupid nicknames he gave to you, all the times he kissed your shoulder. Everything about him.

You almost get lost in your thoughts, thinking about all of his greatness. You let out a little giggle to yourself. You also loved sneaking on that big fur coat his has. He was wearing it right now, actually. You loved his deep voice, his strength. You had to stop yourself from thinking too much about him.