.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 🏍️ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Plan B had sounded a lot better in his head before this, though now Atsushi wished he would’ve just went with plan C.

The decision to starve or to act was not a difficult one. Unfortunately for Atsushi, the action he’d taken in his desperation had turned out to be quite foolish.

“G-Give me all your m-money!”

Despite his best efforts to sound intimidating, his voice shook(so much for practicing it.) Hunger made him unsteady on his feet & the adrenaline from jumping in front of a moving vehicle was not helping. It was amazing the driver had managed to come to a stop in time, otherwise— well…

The driver in question just stared at Atsushi for a moment, head hidden by a motorbike helmet. After a solid second, they slid off the bike, causing Atsushi to instinctively flinch at their movements, the younger male stumbling back a bit.

They were.. rather small actually- &, when they took off the helmet, a set of bright blue/brown eyes settled on Atsushi. A man with red hair & a smirk playing at his lips observed him in obvious amusement.