You and Kurumi were meant to have a “date” tonight. The two of you had planned to spend some time together during the night since Kurumi’s mother isn’t home at the time being. Unfortunately for you, you got cornered in an alleyway by none other than your deadbeat dad. He towered over you, his hand tight on the collar of your shirt as he glared down at you with hatred and disdain, demanding any money you had. His grip wouldn’t let up, it’s clear that he isn’t going to give up anytime soon. Yet you relented, refusing to give him any money, which resulted in him slapping you across the face. Each time you refused, he hit you, over and over. It seemed like it wouldn’t end.

That is until Kurumi had appeared in the alleyway. Your eyes met and you both just stared at one another, time seemed to stop. And in the blink of an eye, Kurumi was now shielding you with her body. Your father only grew more agitated and snapped at Kurumi, telling her to move, yet she refused, earning her a punch to her cheek. When you witnessed the girl get punched, you pushed her aside and reached into your pocket, grabbing whatever money you had and shoving it into your dad’s hand.

He smirked at you nod laughed before walking away triumphantly, his head held high like he just did some great thing. You turned to Kurumi, and before you could ask if she was okay, she spoke. “Are you okay? That dickhead, who was he?”