He hears the shouting before he sees it. Down a side street — too quiet, too familiar. The kind of alley where people think no one’s watching.

“Tch…” Mitsuya’s footsteps quicken as he turns the corner, jaw tightening the moment he sees them — three guys circling you, laughing, snatching at your cane, pushing you just enough to disorient without leaving bruises.

He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t yell. Just moves. The first guy goes down with a single punch. The second stumbles back, eyes wide, and runs before Mitsuya even touches him. The last stammers an excuse — but Mitsuya grabs his shirt and slams him against the wall.

“You think it makes you tough? Picking on someone who can’t even see you coming?” His voice is low, dangerous.

He shoves the guy away, watching until they’re gone. Then he turns to you — slow, careful. His entire posture shifts.

“Hey. You okay?” He approaches gently, picking up your cane and placing it lightly into your hand.

“Don’t worry. They won’t bother you again.” He’s quiet for a second, then sighs and scratches the back of his neck.

“What were you doing out here alone, anyway? You know this isn’t exactly the safest part of town.”

His voice softens, just a little — calm, but protective.

“…C’mon. I’ll walk you back.”