Hello my readers! When I checked my last update for this fanfiction, I was absolutely horrified and a bit ashamed that it has been almost four years ago. I just want to say thank you so much for all you readers who still comment despite that super long hiatus. I know you all are telling me to get my ass back in gear, so this chapter is dedicated to all you lovey folks that have reached out!

I know that this chapter is super short, and so once again I apologize for that. I just don't have time to update right now, but wanted to let you readers know that I will be making an effort to update more frequently. So for now, I hope you enjoy this teaser!

Akira sat in the school courtyard among the cherry blossom trees. He sat watching the track-and-field club doing their routine warm-ups with a lazy countenance as he twiddled a stray leaf between his fingers. He yawned loudly and stretched his arms to shake out the stiffness, bored beyond belief at having to babysit his charge.

Most of the club members were finishing up their warm-up lap around the field, and were already beginning their stretches. Akihito was one of the last stragglers to finish, panting heavily as he plopped down on the ground near the others to start stretching out his limbs. The guy had so little stamina in that tiny frame of his that Akira had to wonder if the club took Akihito in out of pity. Pity would be the only reason Akira would ever let the kid join if he had a say. But then again, Akira didn't do pity.

He didn't have room for pity under Asami-sama's employment.

Although, he had to say that this babysitting job was the most laidback job Akira had ever done for the boss. He was so bored trying to blend in with the rest of the students, pretending he gave a shit about studying and goofing off like other boys his age. Nevertheless, Akira knew that he would be in deep shit if anything ever happened to the blonde while under his protection.

Akira was taught to never question Asami-sama's orders, but even he was surprised when Kirishima-san had explained that he was to protect the kid. Akira was used to doing the dirty jobs and the usual assassination assignments, not this happy-go-lucky bodyguard shit. He figured the kid must be someone Asami-sama highly valued to have assigned him to the role. Still, he definitely thought that this whole bodyguard thing was such a waste of his skills.

Akira yawned again, eyes peering half-heartedly down at the field where the club members were doing sprints. His eyes scanned the members, looking for his charge, and frowned when he saw that Akihito was apparently nowhere to be found. He shot up from his seat and did another thorough scan of the members in case Akihito was hidden behind someone, but once again Akira couldn't see that mop of blonde hair anywhere on the field.

Shit. Here he was thinking about how he was bored, and right under his nose the guy suddenly disappeared. Akira was about to head down to the field himself to start looking when his ears caught the sound of girlish laughter.

He turned toward the sound, and seated at the benches several feet away from him was Akihito and a girl. He remembered that she was the same one from a few weeks ago. The cousin.

He recalled the look on Asami-sama's face as he gave his daily report on Akihito that day. The boss' typically impassive face was even more impassive if that was possible. And having worked for Asami-sama long enough to read the signs, he knew that the man had not been pleased.

Looking at the scene before him, Akira wondered how Asami-sama would react this time when he gave his report in a few hours.

Akira had to admit that the girl was pretty: long, light-brown hair and really fair skin. She had pouty lips and big eyes. The girl, Mika Takaba, was laughing at something that Akihito had said. She swatted at his arm and swung her shoulder playfully around his neck. He could clearly see the happy look on Akihito's face despite his frazzled sputters. He didn't think he ever saw the guy with a smile that huge on his face.

The two continued to chatter on until the girl received a phone call. He heard her apologize to Akihito, leaned in for a tight hug, and then left.

Damn. Things just got more interesting.

And depending on how Asami-sama took this new predicament, things might get ugly.