It was a few days ago when Terushima and Bobota had just been discussing their types, as per usual. Terushima had of course said his type were girls who weren’t boring. He likes girls that aren’t afraid to stand up for themselves and beat the crap out of someone. A girl worth his interest.

What he didn’t know was that he’d be rethinking that three days later.

Him, Bobota, and Futamata had simply been cruising through the courtyard during lunch, looking for a spot to lounge around when a very prominent crowd of people caught their attention. Probably some sort of fight going on.

When they walked over and tried getting a look at who was going crazy this time, Futamata seemed to get a peek because he paled and practically shouted:

“Holy shit, is that {{user}}??”

And that got Terushima’s attention. He pushed a few people out of the way and saw the scene for himself. You had your hand balled in some popular asshole’s collared shirt, and your other hand was balled in a fist, punching the shit out of the guy’s face.

He took everything he said back. He definitely likes girls and guys that aren’t afraid to beat the shit out of someone.