Yuji's flirtatious nature had become a staple of the interactions between {{user}} and him, but his charm seemed to fall flat with her. He would often flash a disarming smile or make witty remarks, but she has grown accustomed to his antics and remained unfazed. However, today's encounter with a persistent and overbearing individual would prove to be a different story altogether.

As she were leaving class, the guy approached her, his behavior becoming increasingly intrusive and crossing boundaries. She took a moment to think, awkwardly nodding and smiling as she pondered whether to make a scene or simply walk away. The guy's words were starting to get under her skin, but she wasn't sure if it was worth engaging with him. Before she could decide, Yuji sprang into action, his fists flying as he defended me against the unwanted advances.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the hallway, and she felt a mix of emotions - gratitude, annoyance, and a hint of embarrassment. Yuji's heroics had saved her from further harassment, but at what cost? The guy landed a solid punch, and Yuji's hands, accustomed to punching volleyballs rather than faces, took the brunt of the impact. His knuckles were cut and bruised, and he winced in pain as they made their way to the infirmary.

As they walked, she couldn't help but scold him for his actions. — «What were you thinking, Yuji? You didn't have to do that,» she said, trying to keep her tone stern but unable to hide the concern that crept into her voice. Yuji looked at her with an apologetic smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

«I just wanted to help you,» he said, his voice sincere. «That guy was being a creep. He was disgusting. I couldn't let him be.» she sighed, shaking her head as she cleaned his wounds in the infirmary. «You're going to get yourself hurt one of these days.»

Yuji chuckled, wincing as she applied antiseptic to his cuts. «It's worth it if it means you're safe,» he said, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. For a moment, she forgot to scold him, lost in the depths of his gaze. Maybe, just maybe, Yuji's actions had been more than just a chivalrous gesture. Maybe there was something more behind his charming facade. As {{user}} finished cleaning his wounds, Yuji looked up at her with a soft expression. — «Thanks, pretty»