Scene: "Three Minutes of Freedom? Impossible."
(Continuation)
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Raging Bulls HQ – Grand Tour Begins
Time: 2:10 PM – Shu's Possessiveness: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Valt Aoi, Beyblade World Champion, fashionably flustered and unknowingly seductive, walked through the gleaming halls of Raging Bulls HQ with a polite smile… and a permanent shadow attached to his side in the form of Shu Kurenai, who hadn't removed his hand from Valt's waist since they stepped out of the elevator.
Ever.
Not once.
Not even when Lane "accidentally" slammed open a door between them to test his reaction time. (Shu caught the door mid-swing and glared at Lane like he was considering launching a Beyblade directly at his knees.)
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"Here's our endurance training hall," explained one of the senior coaches, nervously gesturing toward the expansive area where several bladers were running drills.
Valt leaned in slightly, curious, his voice kind. "Oh wow! This space is even bigger than BC Sol's main chamber."
A chorus of shy but hopeful trainee eyes flickered toward him.
Several of them attempted to stand straighter. One or two casually ruffled their hair. One brave soul, cheeks burning, waved and blurted:
"Y-You look even cooler in person, Mr. Aoi!"
Valt laughed, the sound bright and musical. "Thanks!"
Shu's hand tightened dangerously on Valt's waist.
The smiling trainee instantly began writing his will in his head.
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They moved on to the strategy simulation lab.
The head strategist handed Valt a virtual bey battle controller with a stammered, "W-Would you like to try the interface, Mr. Aoi?"
Shu arched an eyebrow, stepped forward slightly.
Valt, oblivious, nodded and took the device. "Sure! I've never used this system before—oh, this is cool—"
A nearby female staffer whispered to her coworker, "How does his hair stay that perfect all day? Is that a thing champions just do?"
Another sighed dreamily. "I want to be the floor he walks on."
The whispering halted immediately when Shu turned and shot a glance over his shoulder that could've dropped an elephant at 20 paces.
Lane, leaning casually against a pillar nearby, snorted audibly.
"Seriously, man," he said. "Are you gonna body-block every person within a five-meter radius of him?"
Shu didn't even look at him. "Yes."
Valt blinked from across the room trying not to blush. "Is he serious?"
"Yes," Lane said at the same time Shu muttered, "Absolutely."
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Two minutes and fifty-five seconds later, Valt leaned forward to examine a Beyblade schematic.
Shu… was not within reach.
Valt looked around and saw Shu talking to one of the engineers. Valt smiled.
Freedom.
He bent down to examine the design specs.
Exactly five seconds later, someone from R&D—a tall, sweet-looking trainee with stars in her eyes—asked shyly:
"Um… Mr. Aoi? Would it be okay if I asked for your autograph later?"
Valt stood and smiled warmly. "Sure! I'd be happy to—"
"Valt."
Shu appeared. Like a shadow summoned by the mere hint of attention.
Valt jumped slightly. "Shu! How did you—?"
Shu simply slid his arm back around Valt's waist like it belonged there (because in his mind, it did), and gave the poor trainee a polite, terrifying deadly smile.
"No autographs today."
The girl nodded quickly and speed-walked into the nearest hallway.
Lane whistled. "Three minutes. That's your max limit before you snap, huh?"
Shu side-eyed him. "Lane."
"Don't worry," Lane grinned. "I'll start a betting pool."
Valt blushes furiously but chuckles at his shu's cute jealousy (A.N.: It's cute for valt deadly for others guys 🥲)
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Later in the tour, Fubuki led them to the outdoor training decks.
Valt's eyes lit up. "This view's amazing. The altitude here must affect stamina training a lot."
Fubuki turned red, nodded silently, then caught himself. "Y-Yes! I mean—yes, sir! That's exactly right."
Valt smiled. "You don't have to call me 'sir.' I'm not that much older than you."
Shu leaned forward and whispered loud enough for only Fubuki to hear:
> "He's taken." 😑
Fubuki: "I–I didn't—!" 😰😨
Shu: "Eyes. Off."
Fubuki: "I SWEAR I WAS JUST BREATHING." 😭😭
Valt facepalmed again. "Shu…"
Shu leaned closer and whispered, "You have no idea what you do to people. It's exhausting guarding you."
Valt muttered, "Then maybe stop acting like a jealous wyvern💢—"
Shu kissed his cheek💋. "Not a chance."
Valt tries to glare at his boyfriend but it's ruined by his blush. "What am I going to do with you?"
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By the end of the tour, half the Raging Bulls had taken to whispering "Captain-in-law" like it was a sacred title, and Shu had a tally in his head of how many students he would absolutely launch into the stratosphere if they so much as blinked the wrong way at Valt again.
And Lane?
Lane took a selfie with Valt just to send it in the group chat captioned:
> "Survived Raging Bulls HQ. Barely. Shu's grip on Valt's waist hasn't loosened since noon. I think it's permanent now."
Shu grits his teeth adding lane's name to the list.💢💢💢
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Pairing: Shu Kurenai × Valt Aoi
Scene: "Flight 101: Do Not Test Shu Kurenai"
(Continuation)
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Location: International Airport – Private WBBA Check-In Zone
Time: 8:12 AM – Spainbound Chaos
Valt adjusted his duffel bag and stretched his arms, yawning slightly as he and Shu walked side-by-side through the private WBBA check-in zone. He wore a dark blue business shirt perfectly framing his slender upper body, black tight jeans (that were a torture for shu), silver chain with matching silver rings just adding more charm in his beauty and absence of valt's signature headband making his blue hair appear slightly longer like a prince. Shu, in contrast, looked like the personification of sleek intimidation in a dark blazer and black dress shirt with sleeves rolled up just enough to show his veined forearms and dark sunglasses on his white hair making him more like a hot mafia boss.
They were an aesthetic—and an unmistakably united front. (A.N.: Like the type of perfect hot couple who's mere presence makes everyone around them single and miserable 😖)
The moment they passed security and stepped into the private lounge, Shu's hand slipped to Valt's lower back—again—as if the entire airport needed a visual reminder.
"Shu," Valt muttered quietly, casting a glance around at the scattered WBBA staff. "We're in public."
"I know," Shu said flatly, pulling Valt closer.
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Meanwhile: Enter Kristin
Kris, in business attire and heels too sharp to be friendly, walked ahead with her phone in one hand and a tight smile on her face. She glanced back just as boarding was announced and beelined toward the boarding gate.
Valt nudged Shu. "Should we tell her we're boarding early?"
"I'm sure she'll follow the scent of passive aggression," Shu replied, not looking up.
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Inside the Private Jet Cabin – Tension, Seat Assignments, and War
The aircraft cabin was pristine: wide leather seats, polished surfaces, and quiet luxury. WBBA's private flight had all the space in the world—and yet, tension found its seat first.
Valt and Shu stepped in together. Shu's eyes scanned the cabin in a flash.
Two rows. Three seats per row.
Kris was already stepping toward the back right seat—the one next to Valt's assigned spot.
But Shu was faster.
Like a stormcloud with legs.
He slid into the seat next to Valt before Kris could blink. Valt barely had time to set his bag down before Shu buckled himself in, reached for Valt's tray table, and then—just for good measure—rested his hand firmly on Valt's thigh.
Kristin stopped mid-step, blinking.
"That's my seat," she said curtly.
"No," Shu replied, casually. "It's not."
Kris frowned. "This is a pre-assigned flight."
Valt winced, already sensing incoming doom.
Shu didn't even look at her. He leaned toward Valt, kissed his cheek and said, loud enough for Kristin to hear:
> "Fuck off."
Kristin's jaw tightened.
Valt went crimson. "Shu—"
Shu looked her dead in the eye. "You can sit in front. Or in the hold. Your call."
Kristin, with her pride barely holding together, silently turned and sat in the row ahead, her lips pinched tight. Her assistant wisely avoided eye contact with anyone and sat next to her with the energy of someone who didn't sign up for this romance war zone.
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Meanwhile, in Shu & Valt's row:
Valt groaned and buried his face in his hands. "We're going to get banned from WBBA flights."
Shu leaned back comfortably, arm resting behind Valt's headrest. "Not unless they want to lose their best player and their most profitable franchise."
Valt peeked out from behind his fingers. "You are actually a menace."
"You love it."
Valt muttered something about needing new seat assignments in life, but didn't move when Shu laced their fingers together.
Shu smirked and wrapped his arm around valt's waist kissing his deeply making valt make a squeaky sound. "You knew the torture I will face seeing you in this outfit baby, so be ready for punishment beautiful."
Valt trying not to chuckle kisses back feeling shu's other hand gripping his thigh. "Maybe handsome, but it was worth it, right?"
Shu Smirks turns into a serene smile pulling valt closer tightly. "Everything with you is worth it valt."
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In the row ahead, Kristin could hear it all.
And she had never wanted turbulence to hit this hard.
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To be continued…
(Next: Spain welcomes the duo—but BC Sol doesn't know what hit it. Between giddy fans, territorial bladers, and Shu Kurenai walking around like he owns the place, Valt realizes one thing: his home is about to become a reality show.)