The yellow flash of jujutsu high

Keitaro decided to walk around the room in his free time, Shoko usually took a bit so he had time to figure stuff out a bit.

He could hear the sound of the shower running out in the background, in the meantime he just examined the room.

"Kei, can you pass me my clothes" Shoko's voice could be heard saying from the shower, it had been about 15 minutes since she had entered the shower.

It seemed like she was done taking a bath.

He saw her clothes lying on the bed, He took her clothes, walked near the bathroom door, slightly opened the door, and made sure not to peek inside, he just grabbed the clothes in his left hand and handed them to her while making sure he was looking away.

She grabbed the clothes from his hand before saying "Thank you"

His face flushed a bit as he felt his hand touch something that was quite soft.

"No problem"

He added as he removed his hand from the bathroom door, He was keeping himself calm by using his curse energy in order to calm himself.

Curse energy was quite useful in that regard...just like it could be used to enhance the body, it also slows down some of its effects.

Took him around 5 seconds to calm down his heart which was beating at about 170 beats per minute.

At least this would be the most flustering he would be for a while.

"I am done what do you think" Shoko's voice came out from the background, Keitaro turned his head around to look at her.

He was sure his heart could handle what he would see.

As he glanced at her, his breath was caught in his own throat.

She had changed into a sleek white dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, a high-necked design that left her arms bare. The material seemed to flow effortlessly, enhancing the natural elegance she always carried. The dress was both simple and stunning, it wasn't anything too fancy and yet it looked so good.

Her hair cascaded over her shoulder in soft waves, contrasting beautifully with the pure white of her outfit. A pair of pearl earrings dangled from her ears, adding just the right touch of refinement. The soft fabric of the dress clung to her waist and hips, making it clear that she had chosen something comfortable yet undeniably striking.

....

*480BPM*

Keitaro's body had grown used to stuff that a normal human shouldn't be able to withstand.

Keitaro's body having been swimming in natural energy practically his whole life was able to withstand his heart beating beats that would kill a person.

Having battled with Satoru twice a year sure had helped.

Even in those battles, his heart rate had maxed out at about 240 beats per minute.....

Time practically slowed down for him.

Mustering all the courage that his body could muster, digging in so deep within his very essence in order to bring out the courage that was currently being hidden deep within him.

"You look wonderful..."

He never knew he was that brave, and he didnt even stutter, that was good.

Shoko smiled a bit, she was quite amazed that he could even muster up the energy to speak.

Akane eyes shot open, she could sense her master's current state, what kind of beast was he fighting to make his heart rate skyrocket so much, even fighting that blue-eyed man his heart had never reached that high.

Immediately entering her fiery state she jumps out of the bed and infront of him, bearing her fangs at the opponent.

'heh'

Akane looked confused...it was just Shoko, Akane tilted her head a bit, she sniffed Shoko...yes that was Shoko, her scent, curse energy, natural energy felt the same.

She was confused.

'Master were the enemy?' Akane voice could be heard saying in Keitaro's mind.

Keitaro's face turned red...he didnt realize it, he and Akane were practically connected.

'False alarm, you can rest, I will get you some treats, you can go back to sleep' Akane nodded her head and went back to sleep.

Keitaro sighed in relief while Shoko just chuckled, this scene was fun, she could probably tease him about this.

"Now, how about the wine you woke me up for"

Keitaro nodded his head and he and Shoko walked toward the souper area.

The air in the hotel was thick with the smell of old wood and history, which mixed with the more modern scents of perfume and polished marble. It was a luxurious setting, the kind that most people would be in awe of, but for Keitaro, none of that really mattered.

His mind was going overboard, if this was a cartoon, steam would be seen coming out of his head.

It wasn't the dazzling chandeliers or the intricate art lining the walls that caught his eye—it was her.

Shoko walked a step ahead of him, wearing that stunning white dress she'd changed into earlier. The way the soft fabric clung to her, showing off her curves, made his heart beat a little faster. Her brown hair fell gracefully over her shoulder, the way it contrasted with the white of her dress making her look even more striking.

He would need to buy a stress ball, they would be useful in situations like this.

The worst part of it all was the fact that he couldn't even think properly.

Keitaro clenched his jaw slightly, trying not to let his thoughts spiral. The more he looked at her, the harder it was to keep his cool. His body was calm, but his mind was fighting an internal battle. Every step he took beside her was another moment where his willpower was tested.

'She always manages to look this good, doesn't she?' he thought to himself, his eyes momentarily flicking away to try and ground himself. Yet, every time his gaze strayed back to her, he felt like his resolve was about to crumble.

When they reached the dining area, the place was even more extravagant than he'd expected. The polished floors gleamed under the warm glow of golden chandeliers, and the tables were draped in fine linens with sparkling silverware placed perfectly. The air was rich with the aroma of gourmet food and freshly baked bread, but Keitaro barely noticed it. Even in this opulent setting, Shoko was the one who outshined it all. To him, she was brighter than any of the chandeliers, more elegant than the fine tapestries that adorned the walls.

They were led to their table, and as they sat down, Keitaro caught a glimpse of his reflection in one of the mirrors lining the wall. His black turtleneck sweater contrasted against the warmth of the room, and his blond hair was standing out a bit more than he would like but he did not give a flicker of a fuck.

He could feel his heart rate speeding up as his mind swirled. There was something about being here, with her, that made everything else fade into the background. He clenched his fists under the table, focusing on his breathing to maintain his composure. Folding now would just be too easy, and he wasn't about to let that happen—not when she was watching, not when they were here in public.

"You're staring," Shoko said casually, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Sorry I could not stop myself, you were just too stunning" Keitaro let out...

The fuck did that came from

A/N....Shoko was not scared of Akane because she knew Keitaro wouldn't let her get hurt at all.