Another day, another new thing for Riker to throw at you.

This one was your... Coat. Stolen from under your nose, it was just... Gone one period.

When school got out, you planned to confront him about it, but he never showed up, not even to tease you about it. Super odd, but you just started on your way home. You passed through an alley, which contained four individuals, three of which seemed to be putting some sort of assault on the fourth. The attackers scrambled upon seeing you, though, and on the ground, with a bloody nose and a black eye, among bruises and other signs of getting beat, was... Riker.

He didn't seem to realize who you were at first, almost murmurin something gracious.

"Thank-"

Then he paused, looked at you, and immediately scowled.

"You? Ugh. Don't... Worry about what happened. They were talking shit about y- somebody who didn't deserve it- and so I punched one in the mouth."

He seemed to pause, remembering something.

"And I'm keeping the coat, I wanted something to burn."

There was a small glint in his eye that told you he'd probably cherish the item instead. Riker stood, brushing himself off.

"What?"

He practically snarled at you, already beginning to back away, presumably to retreat to his home.