"A childish fight"

The atmosphere quickly shifted as the three boys, Arashi's friends' boyfriends, eyed Hiro and Kaito with disdain. One of them, a short but buffed boy with slicked-back hair,

"Who invited these poor dickbags to this party?" The short boy sneered.

His friends chuckled, their laughter filled with derision. Hiro and Kaito's expressions hardened.

Kaito, known for his short temper, stepped forward, clenching his fists violently.

"You got a problem, rich boy?" Kaito said infuriatingly.

Another boy but chubby one, with perfectly coiffed hair and designer glasses, joined in.

"Seriously, do they let anyone here in your mansion? This place is people with class, not fucking street rats." The chubby one insulted. Though, his gaze at Arashi but the insult was intended for Hiro and Kaito.

Before Kaito could retaliate, Reina quickly intervened, placing a hand on his shoulder to hold him back.

"Kaito-kun, don't. They're not worth it." Reina advised, concern for the tension building up.

But the boys weren't done. The third boy, a stocky guy with a diamond-studded watch, laughed mockingly.

"Listen to your girlfriend, buddy. She knows you're not man enough to take us on." The third boy pressed their insults.

Then, the third boy looked at Reina, up and down. He fantasized the luscious, tanned, tattooed, and toned body of Reina with his own perverted mind.

Reina, felt uncomfortable by his perverted gaze, stepped back.

"Is he really your girlfriend, buddy? Are you man enough to handle such baddie? I could fuck her brains out for hours and you should watch us." The third boy didn't hold back, his moral was out of place.

Reina looked at him with a disgusted expression.

"What the fuck, man?!" Arashi and her three female friends expressed their disgust to the guy.

But the third boy ignored them and the taunting continued, each word dripping with malice.

"Poor and classless assholes like you belong on the streets, not in Arashi-chan's mansion." The boy with glasses jeered.

"Yeah, why don't you go back to your fucking slum? The tall boy added with a smirk.

"That's it!" Hiro, the usually introverted and calm one, finally snapped.

He lunged at the third boy, his fist aimed at the boy's jaw. The lavish living room erupted into chaos as the two clashed.

Kaito, unwilling to let Hiro fight alone, joined in, swinging at the other boys.

Screams filled the air as all the girls yelled for them to stop.

"Stop it! You're going to hurt each other!" Rio cried out.

"Hiro-kun, Kaito-kun, please stop!" Sora screamed.

"This isn't worth it, you dumbasses!" Shion added.

"Kaito-kun, Hiro-kun, enough! Stop it now!" Even Reina's voice rose above the fray, pleading them to stop.

Kitsune stood back, her eyes wide but her sly smile still playing on her lips, watching the brawl with fascination and excitement.

Hiro threw a powerful punch that connected with the tall boy's face, sending him stumbling back. Kaito tackled the boy with glasses, knocking them off his face and landing a solid punch to his gut. The third boy with a diamond watch managed to land a hit on Hiro's shoulder, but Hiro retaliated with a swift kick to his side.

The tall boy recovered and charged at Kaito, tackling him to the ground. They rolled on the floor, exchanging blows.

Hiro grappled with the third boy, who was surprisingly strong, each trying to gain the upper hand. The boy with glasses, regaining his composure, joined the fray, kicking at Hiro while he was down.

The fight was intense, the sounds of fists hitting flesh and grunts of pain filling the air. The girls' plea grew more desperate.

"Goddamnit! Stop this fucking instance!" Arashi yelled, her good mood was lost.

"You're going to get hurt! Stop it now!" Reina's voice cracked with emotion.

The fight showed no signs of stopping until a calm, authoritative voice cut through the noise like a knife.

"Enough!"

Everyone froze. Standing at the top of the opulent staircase was Sakura Himura, the most beautiful and famous Japanese supermodel.

Her presence commanding, her expression serene yet firm. She descended the staircase with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, her every step echoing softly in the hushed room.

"Okasan." Reina breathed, relief washing over her.

Sakura's soulful eyes swept over the scene, her gaze cool and assessing.

"What is going on here?" She asked, her voice carrying a tone that brooked no argument.

The boys stopped and backed away, their arrogance melting under Sakura's scrutiny. Hiro and Kaito, still seething, took a step back as well, their anger tempered by respect for Sakura.

The three boys, instantly smitten by Sakura's graceful and ethereal beauty. They hurriedly approached her with no boundaries, their eyes filled with lust and infatuation, completely ignoring that they currently have girlfriends.

"Himura-sama, it's an honor to meet you." The tall boy said, his voice suddenly filled with a sickeningly sweet tone.

"You're even more beautiful and sexy in person, damn!" The boy with glasses added, trying to get closer.

The third boy reached out, trying to touch Sakura's arm.

"Please, let us fuck y-"

Before he could finish, two figures appeared out of nowhere, moving with the speed and precision of shadows.

Two ninjas, dressed in dark red, form-fitting attire, intercepted the boys, stopping them from pressuring and sexually assaulting Sakura. The boys recoiled in shock, stumbling backward.

"Whoa, ninjas." Shion whispered, her eyes widened with astonishment.

"Holy shit, you have ninjas here, Arashi-san?" Yume asked Arashi, her voice filled with disbelief and excitement.

"Back away from Himura-sama, or else you three will bear the most excruciating punishment." The taller ninja spoke, his voice dark, scary, and low.

"One more step forward to the Himura-sama and your flesh will taste the tip of my blade." The second ninja added, his voice also scary and dark.

"My god, ninjas....."

"Holy shit...."

"Damn, Himura-sama.."

The three boys cowered in fear and stepped away from Sakura and returned to their respective girlfriends.

Sakura's serene smile returned.

"Let's enjoy the rest of the night without any more drama, shall we?" She uttered.

The group slowly dispersed, muttering fake apologies, their arrogance replaced with humility and awe. Reina approached her mother, a grateful smile on her face.

"Arigato, Okasan." Reina gratefully said.

Sakura nodded at her daughter, her calm demeanor never wavering.

"You're welcome, sweetie. Just next time? Try to control your friends' temper." Sakura said.

The evening continued with newfound sense of tranquility, the earlier tension dissipated by Sakura's calming, graceful and ethereal presence.