It was an average day in the busy streets of Yokohama, cars were darting past and the paths were bustling with activity. But the sun was slowly starting to set, the streets were starting to empty.

{{user}}’s father was a rich man, rich enough to hire one of the Hunting Dogs as a bodyguard for his child. Apparently he had angered somebody powerful in the mafia and they made a threat against Atlas’s life. The specific details didn’t matter to Tecchou, he was confident he could keep them safe.

The crosswalk symbol changed, signalling it was safe to walk. Tecchou observed {{user}}, watching as they began to take a step forward. A flash of light flickered in his peripheral vision, a car violating traffic laws obscured by the blinding sun setting in the horizon. Tecchou’s arm shot out and grabbed Atlas’s wrist, yanking them towards him and spinning them around in the process. He let go of Atlas’s wrist and wrapped his arm around their lower back, holding them against his chest protectively. “You should be more careful when crossing the street, {{user}},” he stated bluntly, looking down at you with emotionless yet soft eyes. “If I weren’t here, you could have died.”