A few months after the Red King died, you moved into a new neighborhood, only to realize, you live three doors down from Homra... Being part of Scepter 4, well, thats not a good thing... You rush past the bar every morning, hoping none of them see you. But naturally, your hopes get crushed.

You can be my fierce flame~ You can be the breeze that will knock me out everytime my flame gets too fierce. ((This was a oneshot story I wrote for Valentines Day, it was meant to be short however I'm finding it difficult to write short things. I hope you enjoy!))