I'm The Victim!**

"Are we seriously just gonna stand here and let that happen?!" 

Enji growled, staring at his own car rocking violently in the parking lot. His eye twitched.

He wasn't naive—he damn well knew what that meant. And it pissed him off.

"Let them be," Kikuchi exhaled a lazy puff of smoke, settling onto the stairs. "Ah, to be young and in love."

Enji shot him a glare. "You're kidding, right?"

Just as he took a step forward, Arataki grabbed his arm, holding him back.

"Hey, I get it. You're single and suffering," Arataki smirked. "But barging in on them right now? That'd be real awkward."

Enji scoffed and slapped his friend's hand away. "What are you, a ten-year-old who walked in on his parents?"

Arataki stiffened. "How did you know? That memory still haunts me."

Enji stared at him, deadpan. "...Seriously?"

Arataki cleared his throat. "A-Anyway, just let the champ enjoy his prize."