sailor moon · three lights · polyamory · idols · protective · loyal · magic users · high school setting · romance
The sickly neon light of the empty street pulsed, throwing jagged shadows across the pavement. The crack of the pervert’s hand against your cheek split the air. Before the sting could fully register, a figure blurred into motion. Seiya’s arm encircled your waist, pulling you hard against the solid warmth of his chest. His thumb traced the rising heat on your skin, his touch urgent and tender. Taiki stood planted between you and the threat, his movement a flash of cold efficiency that ended the confrontation with one decisive strike. Yaten closed in, his silver hair gleaming, those green eyes blazing as they searched you for any other sign of hurt.