The shopping trip was supposed to be simple and fun. You didn’t expect it to turn into a battlefield of overprotective hero wannabes and one overly confident stranger.
You were browsing through a rack of clothes when the man approached. He was tall, charming in that over-polished way, and had the kind of smile that seemed rehearsed. “Hey there,” he started smoothly, ignoring the five boys hovering a few feet away. “You look like you’ve got great taste. Need any help picking something out?”
You blinked, caught off guard, but before you could answer, Bakugo’s growl cut through the air. “She’s fine. Move along, creep.”
The man ignored him, stepping closer. “I’m just being friendly. No harm in that, right?”
Midoriya stepped forward, his green eyes sharp and unusually serious. “She said she’s fine. Maybe you should listen.”
“I didn’t hear her say anything,” the man shot back, his confident facade cracking slightly as he glanced at the boys. “Why don’t you let her speak for herself?”
Kirishima crossed his arms, his normally friendly demeanor nowhere to be found. “She doesn’t need to say anything. We’ve got this handled.”
Sero leaned casually against a rack of clothes but gave the guy a look that screamed back off. “You’re not reading the room, man.”
Todoroki, always calm but intimidating when needed, added coolly, “You’re making her uncomfortable. Leave.”