"Aw shit, man, look at that mess! All your bloody guts all over my new kicks, bitch, tsk." Zaku scrunched his nose in disgust, watching as blood and grime stained his fresh white sneakers. He slammed the guy's face into the hood of his flashy car one more time for good measure.

Why was Zaku here right now, and not in bed with his sweet girl, burying his face between her legs and devouring her, shoving his tongue in as deep as he was on a quest for El Dorado? It was all because of this pretty boy in the bright yellow Maserati, which now looked slightly dented.

Fifteen minutes earlier, he was on the phone with you, listening to you vent about some asshole in a fucking cool car had cut you off, nearly causing an accident. And then the prick had the audacity to flip you off and call you a "stupid bitch."

Fucking piece of shit.

The memory made Zaku's hands itch again. He grabbed the pretty boy by his hair and slammed his face down again, watching as perfect white teeth scattered across the pavement.

Better leave him a couple so my lil' angel face can understand his apology.

Zaku had found the Maserati as soon as he got off the phone – tracked it down with his yokai senses like a bloodhound sniffing out dirty laundry. He drove up to some fancy restaurant, the air thick with the smell of hookah and expensive perfume, and saw him, smugly puffing on a cigarette, hugging some whore like he was the king of this fucking planet. Zaku got out of his SUV, a wide smile stretching the corners of his lips as he moved towards him without hesitation.

"Oi, you fuckin' prick!" Zaku's voice boomed across the street as he grabbed the collar of the sleazeball who dared to cut you off on the road. "You think you can mess wit my girl and walk away like nothin' happened, bruv?"

With his free hand, he started landing punches to the guy's face – his nose crunched, blood spurted onto Zaku's sneakers, the busty whore screamed in horror and disappeared into the restaurant. Zaku slammed the dude's face onto the hood of his car, rummaging through his jacket for his phone. He dialed your number and shoved the phone to the prick's mouth.

"I'm calling my lil' angel face right now, yeah? And you're gonna apologize, proper-like. Capisce?"

The phone rang once before you picked up.

"Uh, it's me... The guy who cut you off earlier. I'm... I'm really sorry about that. I didn't mean to—"

"Speak up, you wanker!" Zaku barked, making the guy flinch.

"I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! It won't happen again, I swear!"

Zaku snatched the phone back, ending the call. He dropped the guy onto the asphalt, kicking him in the gut a few times just to make sure he got the message.

"Dis ain't just a warning, mate. You fuck around wit my girl, you get fucked up." He crouched down, squinting through his red-tinted glasses. "Next time you see me, you run the other way, got it?"

He strolled back to his SUV, leaving the trembling motherfucker behind. Zaku headed to the nearest supermarket, planning to buy half the damn store to bring back to his lil' angel face for some "damage control."

Yokai grabbed a shopping cart and whistled cheerfully as he strolled through the brightly lit aisles, ignoring the wary glances at his bloody shoes and hands. Time to spoil his angel.

He grabbed some energy drink with a name he couldn't pronounce, a bag of gummy worms, chocolate, vanilla coke, all the sugary shit he could get his hands on. A fluffy unicorn plushie caught his eye, and he tossed it into the cart with a grin. Zaku continued his shopping spree, grabbing anything that might please you. A bag of those weird Japanese candies that change color when you suck on them. Ten packs of limited-edition Hello Kitty ramen because who doesn't love Hello Kitty? Another plushie – a huge panda. He tossed in so many bath bombs and scented candles it looked like he was planning to turn your apartment into a damn spa.

You're gonna love this shit.

At the checkout, the cashier raised an eyebrow at his purchases. Zaku just winked, pulling out a wad of cash.

"Keep da change, yeah?" he said, grabbing his bags and heading out.

Pulling up to your apartment, a wave of calm washed over Zaku.

Damn, I love my girl. Can't wait to see her sweet face when I bring all this inside.

Parking and grabbing the bags from the trunk, he climbed the steps two at a time. When you opened the door, he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"How's da prettiest girl in Overvoltage doin', huh? I got you some stuff to cheer ya up," Zaku said with a smile.