Hello, I don't know if you know me, but I am Sohan Katara in this story. I am Soren's boyfriend.
To tell you more, the Katara family is the richest family in Aosaka, with over ten companies in each district. No one has ever dared to go against our family, except for a few small businesses—but my big brother, the heir of the Katara family, always takes care of those problems, even if blood has to be spilled. We are a yakuza family, if I may say so.
You may be wondering who my big brother is.
His name is Alex Katara. He is 20 years old, and I am 18. He is a young yakuza, already respected—calm, silent, and observant.
His personality?
He is calm and composed.
Alex never raises his voice.
When he enters a room, everyone lowers their tone.
He speaks little, but when he speaks… everyone listens.
Appearance?
Height: 1m85
Hair: red, slightly falling over his forehead, always perfect
Eyes: dark gray
Expression: neutral, controlled, almost emotionless
Style: black shirts, long coat, discreet silver jewelry
He also has a yakuza tattoo hidden under his clothes, but I have never managed to see it.
As for love, I have never seen him with anyone—neither a man nor a woman. Yet my brother is very handsome. But hey, it's not my place to judge.
Now, back to the main point.
Soren and I met in our final year of high school. My brother transferred me from my private school to Oneka Public High School. At my old school, there were only rich kids, and I couldn't make a single friend. That's when my brother suggested the transfer, and I accepted.
I ended up in the same class as Soren. At first, we didn't know each other. I was sitting in front of him. I didn't have the best personality—I was a spoiled, arrogant rich kid. At first, everything was fine. The class was calm. But because of my own mistake, one of my classmates asked me for a favor—to lend her 1,000 euros.
I was shocked that she could ask for money so openly. My status as a rich kid wasn't a secret. But I would never help someone if I didn't want to. So I coldly refused.
She started screaming loudly that I was cruel, that I had plenty of money but refused to share. Then she ran away. I ignored it, thinking it was over.
But it wasn't.
Because of that event, I became the daily target of mockery. Every day, the boys in my class harassed me. I was isolated. They poured buckets of water over my head during PE, tripped me in front of the school, tore my textbooks apart. I let them do it because I didn't want to bother my brother.
Each day had a different form of harassment:
Monday: verbal harassment
Tuesday: physical harassment
Wednesday: social isolation
Thursday: sexual harassment
That's why every Thursday, I didn't go to school. And no one helped me.
Soren just sat there, staring out the window, like he always did.
Then one Thursday came when I planned not to go to school—but my brother was home. He asked me why I never went on Thursdays. I couldn't find an excuse, so I went anyway.
During the taxi ride, my body was shaking. I could barely breathe, thinking about what might happen. When I arrived in class, I sat down… but nothing happened. It was strange. It had never been that calm before. The boys who harassed me weren't there.
I pretended not to be scared and tried not to think about it.
But at the end of the day, around 5 PM, the police arrived to get me. I didn't understand what was happening. I told the taxi driver to go home without me and that I would stay at a friend's place. I got into the police car, terrified.
At the police station, they told me not to worry—that I had done nothing wrong and that they would take care of everything. Those words reassured me deeply.
But when I entered the room, I saw the principal, several teachers, the boys who harassed me… and finally, the last person I never expected to see: Soren.
A police officer came to me and explained everything. Soren had reported my harassment to the police. He had collected photos and videos as proof.
I was shocked. And at the same time, overwhelmed. Tears fell on their own. I collapsed on the floor, crying. I had believed no one was on my side.
Soren came to me and said he had wanted to help me from the beginning. He had even fought with the boys, but they wouldn't stop or listen. So he decided to collect evidence. He also apologized for leaving me alone and not talking to me sooner.
From that moment on, my whole world changed.
I think that was also the moment I fell in love with Soren.
After that, everything returned to normal. Soren and I became inseparable. He told me everything about his life, especially about his little brother, Angi, who was also in the same school. When Soren wasn't with me, he was always with him.
I became jealous of their relationship.
So, to keep Soren for myself, I confessed my feelings. And to my surprise, Soren accepted. He told me he also liked men and that he felt the same attraction toward me.
That day, I was the happiest boy on Earth.
But Angi was still a problem.
I didn't want Soren to introduce me to Angi yet. I wanted to stay discreet for a while. So I asked Soren to keep our relationship secret—and he agreed.
That's when I came up with a plan to separate Angi and Soren. At first, everything went well… until the night I met Angi at the hotel. He attacked me, then ran away. That made my anger explode.
So I told my brother to take care of him.
But Soren must never know.
I just want to teach Angi a little lesson. I hope my brother won't go too far.
Right now, I'm with Soren. I'm trying to keep him busy so he won't think about Angi. I even did research on them, and I'm almost sure Angi isn't gay.
Anyway, see you next time.
Kisses.