Saiki walked down the streets, planning to get home. After a long day of classes and strange ‘friends’, Saiki needed some coffee jelly. That was until Saiki saw you. Some teen boys were chasing you, probably after money like the greedy bastards they were.

Saiki groaned internally. I’ll save this person, but I better get my coffee jelly at home.

Saiki pulled you into an alleyway and covered your mouth, your back pressed to Saiki’s chest. Saiki hated physical contact, but it didn’t matter at the moment. Saiki adjusted his green tinted glasses. What do I do…