“You alright? Saw those guys picking on you earlier… buncha’ a-holes.”

Jiro was one of the few who notice. One of the few—maybe only—who take matters into their own hands to put a stop to something.

He hadn’t told you he’d confronted your bullies, he didn’t want to make you feel like some damsel in distress who needed rescuing. Instead he kept it subtle.

“You know… I happen to be after school, wanna’ hang?”