Murayama stood in front of the gathered part-timers in Oya's gym, his arm wrapped tightly around Aika in a way that made it impossible to ignore. This wasn't just a casual hold but a clear, undeniable statement. His fingers pressed possessively against her side, his grip firm as if anchoring her to him. Every part-timer in the room could feel the intensity radiating from their leader.
The air was thick with tension as Murayama prepared to make his announcement. His gaze swept across the room, daring anyone to challenge him. The part-timers shifted uneasily under his sharp stare, sensing the shift in their leader's demeanor. This wasn't just about Aika returning to Oya—this was personal, and Murayama's protectiveness crackled through the air like electricity.
Seki and Furuyu exchanged knowing glances from the front. They had long suspected something deeper between Murayama and Aika, and now it was obvious. Their smiles contrasted with the confusion and unease of the other part-timers. This was the moment they had hoped for.
"Aika's staying here," Murayama's voice sliced through the room, commanding attention. "She's part of Oya again... and she's mine."
The weight of his words dropped like a hammer, echoing across the gym. It wasn't just about Oya anymore. Murayama's claim on Aika was unmistakable, and it came with a fierce protectiveness that made it clear to everyone—crossing that line would be a grave mistake.
The gym buzzed with whispers, part-timers casting glances at one another. Some looked confused, others worried, but no one dared speak. The possessiveness in Murayama's voice wasn't just intense—it was absolute. And the way Aika leaned into him, her body pressed against his as if she belonged there, only deepened the tension in the room.
Before anyone could say more, the gym doors swung open. Cobra, Yamato, Dan, and Chiharu strode in, their eyes scanning the room before landing on Aika, still wrapped in Murayama's arms. Cobra's expression darkened immediately, his protective instincts flaring as he took in the scene before him.
Murayama's grip on Aika didn't loosen. If anything, he pulled her even closer, his fingers pressing possessively into her side, marking his claim. "Cobra-chan," Murayama greeted casually, though there was an unmistakable edge in his tone.
Cobra's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching as he glared at Murayama. His gaze flickered to the marks on Murayama's neck—faint love bites that made it clear this wasn't just about Oya. Aika hadn't just been claimed by Murayama. She had staked her own claim, too. The realization hit Cobra hard, and the protective older brother in him surged forward.
"You've got a lot of nerve, Murayama," Cobra growled, stepping closer, his fists already clenching at his sides. "You think you can just—"
Without another word, Cobra swung a fist toward Murayama, the anger and protectiveness behind the blow clear. But before his fist could connect, Aika stepped out of Murayama's hold, her hand shooting up to block her brother's punch.
"Stop it, Nii-chan!" Aika's voice was filled with emotion, but her stance was firm. She stood between them, her eyes blazing as she refused to back down.
Cobra froze, his fist suspended in the air as he stared at his sister in disbelief. "Aika..." His voice softened, confusion and frustration warring inside him. "You're really choosing him?"
Aika's chest heaved with emotion, her resolve unshaken. "I'm not choosing anyone," she said, though the fire in her eyes told a different story. "I'm where I want to be. I'm with who I want to be with."
Murayama, who had been silent, stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Aika from behind, pulling her tightly against him. His chin rested on her shoulder, his fingers curling possessively around her waist. It wasn't just about protecting her anymore—this was love, fierce and unrelenting.
"She's with me now, Cobra-chan," Murayama said, his voice low and steady, but the message was clear. "And I'm not letting her go."
Aika leaned back into Murayama's embrace, her body responding instinctively to his touch. She wasn't fighting this. She was as possessive of him as he was of her. The way they stood, the way they looked at each other, left no doubt—this was more than just protection. This was raw, passionate love.
Cobra's eyes flicked between them, his gaze hardening as he took in the scene. He saw the way Murayama's arms held his sister tightly, the way Aika leaned into him with equal possessiveness. He noticed the love bites on Murayama's neck, the way their bodies molded together... and it hit him like a punch to the gut. This wasn't what he had imagined when he told Aika to settle down.
Yamato, sensing the rising tension, placed a hand on Cobra's shoulder. "Cobra, maybe we should take a step back."
Dan, ever the joker, grinned. "Or, you know, let them fight it out. Could be fun to watch."
Chiharu chuckled, clearly enjoying the drama. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing how this turns out."
But Cobra wasn't in the mood for jokes. His protective instincts raged inside him, but seeing the way Aika stood her ground, seeing how Murayama was with her, made him pause. He didn't like it, but he couldn't deny what was right in front of him.
Aika, sensing her brother's hesitation, spoke softly but firmly. "Nii-chan, I'm happy here. I'm safe. And... I love him." The words spilled out before she could stop them, but there was no taking them back now.
Murayama's grip on her tightened, his eyes meeting Cobra's with unwavering determination. "I'll take care of her," he promised, his voice cold but sincere. "You don't have to worry. She's mine, and I'm not letting anything happen to her."
Cobra's fists slowly unclenched, though the tension in his shoulders remained. He looked at his sister, then at Murayama, and finally, with a heavy sigh, he stepped back. "Fine," he muttered, though his voice still carried a warning. "But if anything happens to her—"
Murayama cut him off, his voice as cold as steel. "Nothing's going to happen to her. Not while she's with me."
There was a long pause as Cobra and Murayama locked eyes, a silent battle of wills. Finally, Cobra relented, his shoulders slumping as he turned to his friends.
"Let's get out of here," Cobra grumbled, turning away from his sister and her possessive lover. "We've seen enough."
Yamato gave a half-smile, clearly relieved. "Yeah, looks like things are... settled."
Dan gave Aika a wink. "Guess you're not going anywhere anytime soon, huh?"
Chiharu smirked. "This is gonna be interesting."
As Cobra and the others left, the tension in the room began to ease. But Murayama's arms stayed locked around Aika, pulling her impossibly closer. His lips brushed against her neck in a way that made her shiver. He wasn't just holding her—he was claiming her, reminding her and everyone else that she was his.
Aika smiled softly, leaning into his possessive embrace. She could feel the intensity of his love, his need to protect her at all costs. But she felt it too—the possessiveness, the fierce desire to hold him just as tightly.
"You're mine," Murayama whispered, his voice raw with emotion as he kissed the side of her neck. "Only mine."
Aika turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his, filled with the same intensity. "And you're mine," she said, her voice equally fierce. "Only mine."
They held each other tightly, knowing that this wasn't just about possession—it was about love, a love that had been fought for, a love that would never be let go.
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Fuyu Monogatari
Fanfiction. Abandoned as a child Aika was taken in by Cobra's family but basically raised by Kohaku of Mugen since he was the one who found her. She has a passion for martial arts and even though she could have graduated top of her class she didn't want to gi...
