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Title: Crimson Threads of Fate
Pairing: Shu Kurenai × Valt Aoi
Scene: "Commentary Catastrophe: The Baby Heard 'Round the World"
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BC Sol Arena – Exhibition Match Day
The sun was shining over Barcelona, but it might as well have been a supernova inside BC Sol's famous stadium.
It was the day of the Global WBBA Invitational Exhibition—a live-broadcast event watched by millions. The stands were packed, screens flashing the faces of legendary bladers, rising stars, and an army of hyperventilating fans with blue-and-red banners. Reporters and influencers vied for the best shots, the world's attention tuned in for one reason:
Valt Aoi's return as captain, and his first official match since bringing Shu Kurenai home.
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Before the beginning of exhibition match:-
The stands where packed, cameras flashing, commentators ready. BC Sol's exhibition was about to start, the air electric with excitement.
And then, without warning, Shu Kurenai took the second commentator's chair.
"Mr. Kurenai," the lead host asked, blinking.
"You're sure you want to do this?"
Shu adjusted his headset, eyes never leaving the arena where valt was warming up. "Of course, I'm here to support my boyfriend."
There was a collective intake of breath across the production crew. Someone in the booth mouthed he actually said it.
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Broadcast Feed - Microphone Testing
Host: "Welcome everyone, to BC Sol's exhibition match! I'm joined today by the world famous strategist and Legendary blader, Shu Kurenai!"
Shu: "Pleasure to be here. Especially when the view's this good."
Host: "Uh- the arena, you mean?"
Shu (without hesitation): "No. Valt."
Half the audience swooned. The other half screamed into their phones.
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The Arena: Electric Anticipation: After the micro testing:
The main arena was ablaze with banners and the constant roar of the crowd. BC Sol trainees hustled around, prepping gear and scanning the schedule. The tension was broken only by the running banter of the commentator's booth, where two familiar voices provided pre-show hype.
Commentator 1: "Welcome to the BC Sol Invitational! I'm Juan Ortega, and beside me is—wait, am I reading this right? Shu Kurenai, former Raging Bulls owner and the man of the hour himself?"
Shu (over the mic, velvet smooth): "That's correct, Juan. Happy to support my boyfriend—I mean, the team—today."
Juan coughed, trying not to laugh. "We're again off to a strong start, folks."
The broadcast cut to a split-screen: on one side, Valt Aoi warming up in BC Sol's blue-and-gold, hair down, a determined smile. On the other: Shu Kurenai, crisp in a deep red suit jacket over black, headsets on, one leg crossed as if he'd been born for the commentator's chair.
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Green Room: Valt Is Not Ready
Valt fidgeted with his launcher, staring at the monitor above the door where the pre-match banter was playing live. When Shu's face appeared on screen—smirking, eyes practically glowing—Valt choked.
"Why is he at the desk?" Valt hissed to Free and Rantaro.
Free grinned. "You think anyone could stop him?"
Rantaro laughed. "I'm just glad it's not me up there. He's already threatened three camera techs for 'ogling you' on accident."
Valt groaned and covered his face. "Please let this be a normal broadcast…"
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Commentary Booth: No Chill Allowed
Juan: "So Shu, what are you looking forward to in today's exhibition?"
Shu: "Watching Valt. He always looks stunning in blue. Also, I plan to provide… in-depth analysis."
Juan: "And—uh—any advice for BC Sol's captain?"
Shu (voice low, a little too close to the mic): "Do your best, baby. You look amazing."
Valt (from the warm-up area, full caps): "SHU! DON'T CALL ME BABY ON LIVE BROADCAST!"
The stadium roared with laughter, the chat feed for the live stream instantly exploding.
> #ShuValt
"Did he just—he DID"
"Baby?? OMG"
"Shu's not even trying to be subtle!"
"VALT IS SO REDDDD"
Juan: "Well, there you have it. A passionate message from—"
Shu: "He's cute when he's flustered. Look, he's already pouting. It's adorable."
Valt (blushing furiously at the sideline, muttering): "I'm going to launch my Beyblade at his head."
Free (nearby, unhelpfully): "Do it for the content."
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First Exhibition Battle: Chaos Unleashed
Valt strode to the stadium floor, trying to act like his life wasn't currently a soap opera. The crowd's cheers were deafening.
From the commentary box, the cameras cut to Shu—who was, without shame, leaning forward in his chair, chin in his hand, eyes locked on Valt with unfiltered adoration.
Shu (on mic): "Notice how graceful he is, even when just walking. That's the mark of a true champion. And a gorgeous boyfriend."
Juan: "We're getting… a lot of new viewers in the chat, Shu."
Shu: "Good. Maybe they'll appreciate that Valt looks best with his hair down. Did you see his hair today?"
Juan (Deadpan, Tired feeling too single): "Yes, Shu, everyone in the world can see it. Now, Valt is about to—"
Shu (interrupting): "Let's go, baby! Show them how it's done!"
Valt (screaming across the stadium): "STOP CALLING ME BABY ON LIVE TELEVISION!"
Shu: "Sorry. Sweetheart."
Valt (Blushing furiously and screaming in his ear piece): THAT'S WORSE 😭 😭
The audience howled. Twitter trends exploded: #ValtIsSweetheart #ShuOnTheMic #ShuValtMarriedYet
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The Match: Flirting Meets Firepower
Valt's opponent for the exhibition was a rising star from the Spanish league, but even he seemed more starstruck than focused. The match began with a thunderous launch.
Shu (on mic): "Watch that technique. No one flicks their wrist like Valt—he practiced that for months in middle school."
Juan: "That's… oddly specific."
Shu: "He had a habit of dropping his launcher when he got nervous. It was cute."
Valt, mortified, shot a glare at the commentator's box so sharp it might have cracked the glass.
Shu, unfazed, winked. The camera caught it. The stadium went wild.
> "Someone stop them I am begging" "Never let Shu off commentary again (do let him tho)" "VALT'S FACE AAAAA"
The match was swift, decisive—Valt's bey slicing through the air with all the confidence of a legend. As he took the win, he tried not to look at Shu, but Shu's voice carried through every speaker:
Shu: "That's my champion. That's my Valt."
Juan (giving up entirely): "There it is, folks. A victory for BC Sol—and for romance, apparently."
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Between Matches: No Peace
As Valt was interviewed by a sideline reporter, Shu's voice could be heard offering running color commentary—only about Valt's hair, smile, or "the way his nose crinkles when he's happy."
Valt (in the interview, trying not to stammer): "Well, my team is really supportive—"
Shu (on mic, loudly): "Tell them how cute you look in the team jacket, baby!"
Valt: "SHU KURENAI—!"
The entire production staff could be seen in the background, either dying of laughter or openly filming for their own Instagram stories.
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Second Battle: Strategy and Shamelessness
Valt was set to spar against Free in a crowd-pleaser of a rematch. Free was grinning, clearly enjoying every second of Shu's public meltdown.
Free (from across the stadium): "Valt! Bet you can't beat me if you're blushing that hard!"
Shu (on mic, sweetly but glaring daggers at free from the commentary box): "He always beats you, Free. But thanks for helping my boyfriend warm up."
Free winked at the commentator's box. "If you want him to stay warmed up, maybe you should get on the floor."
Shu just smiled, dangerous while crushing a metal can in one hand. "Don't tempt me."
The crowd, now totally in on the joke, began a chant:
> "VALT'S BOYFRIEND! VALT'S BOYFRIEND!"
Valt put his head in his hands.
Juan: "I don't think I've seen a champion more loved—or more flustered."
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Live Broadcast Chat – Best Of
Kurenai: "VALT YOU'RE MY HERO AND ALSO MY SPIRIT ANIMAL FOR DEALING WITH THIS"
Aiga: "Shu is what happens when you cross a boyfriend with a fire breathing dragon."
Valt (trying to ignore his crimson red cheeks): SHU I WILL BAN YOU FROM THE GREEN ROOM AND AIGER DON'T GIVE HIM IDEAS. 💢💢
Ranjiro: "MY EYES—MY HEART—MY SOUL—SEND HELP"
International fans: "MARRY ALREADY" "SAY 'I LOVE YOU' ON AIR, SHU!"
BC Sol and Raging bulls Trainees: "We never had this in training. Why is no one warning us?"
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The Final Round: Shu Breaks the Internet
For the final event, Valt stood at center stadium for a free battle, hair mussed, cheeks burning, smiling in spite of himself.
The camera cut to Shu at the desk—eyes shining, voice dropping to a velvet hush.
Shu (on mic):
"Hey, Valt?"
Valt, halfway through prepping his launcher, paused and looked up.
Shu:
"Don't forget—no matter what happens in this match, you're already everything I ever wanted. Proud of you, baby."
The stadium lost its mind.
The chat exploded.
Valt dropped his launcher and nearly melted.
"SHU!" 💢😭😳
Juan:
"Well, that's our color commentary for today, folks—fifty percent beyblade, fifty percent confession of undying love."
Shu, into the mic, not caring who heard:
"Love you too, sweetheart."
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Aftermath: Valt's Meltdown, World's Delight
When the match (and the broadcast) ended, the hashtag #ShuValt trended number one in three continents. Memes exploded—screenshots of Valt blushing, Shu smirking, Juan resigning himself to his fate and maybe from his job.
Valt stormed into the commentary booth, face as red as his own beyblade.
"Shu Kurenai, you are not allowed near a microphone ever again—!"
Shu stood, stepped right up to Valt, and—without missing a beat—cupped Valt's face and kissed his forehead in front of every remaining camera.
"Too late, baby."
Valt groaned into his chest, but didn't pull away.
"I hate you," Valt grumbled.
Shu's smile was soft, the teasing edge melting into real affection. "No you don't."
Valt mumbled, "…Not really."
Juan, sliding out of his chair, grinned. "Best. Broadcast. Ever."
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Epilogue: World Reactions
WBBA:"Officially the most-watched exhibition in Beyblade history."
BC Sol:Updated team rulebook: No romantic nicknames on air. (Unless you're Shu Kurenai.)
Legendary Bladers Group Chat:
Aiga:"That was the most romantic trauma I've ever witnessed."
Free:"I want Shu on the desk for every event."
Lui:"Never. Let. Them. Near. A mic. Again."
Valt, in his room that night, hiding under the covers, his phone buzzing with notifications, Shu curled around him and whispering shameless things in his ear:
> "I'm serious, Shu. Next time, I'm locking you out of the green room."
"Only if you come with me, baby."
"You're impossible."
"But you love me."
"…Yeah. I do."
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