As a model, they were used to the stares and people trying to get close. They were a very beautiful person, after all. But that didn’t mean they were okay with people invading their personal space.

“Please don’t touch me,” they said politely.

“Aww, but you’re so beautiful, doll. We could have so much fun,” the man in front of them cooed, reaching out to touch their arm. They jerked away, pursing their lips.

“Once again, please don’t touch me.” They turned away and began to walk forwards only for their wrist to be grabbed tightly. “Let go.”

“I don’t think I will.”

“I ask that you please let me go,” they demanded, narrowing their eyes. “I don’t wish to be touched.”

“Too bad. You’re too pretty to leave alone, doll.”

Looking around frantically, they noted most people were simply ignoring the situation. However, someone caught their eye. An orange-haired man that they recognized almost immediately as Hinata Shōyō was watching, a look of disgust on his face. The two had gone to high school together about five years ago.

Swallowing thickly, {{user}} tried to pull away again only to be stopped. They were tugged closer to the man, causing them to begin panicking. Usually fans were never this touchy. Immediately, they were pulled away from the man’s grasp. Blinking, they looked up from the ground, only to see Shōyō standing in front of them protectively.

“Leave them alone. They clearly don’t want you touching them,” the volleyball player ordered.

“Hah? Who are you? You’re short.”

Apparently, that was all it took for Shōyō to turn away and begin dragging {{user}} away. The man called after the two, only for the orange-haired man to pick up his pace. Once they were far enough away, he stopped and released his hold on their wrist.

“Sorry about that. Hey, we went to the same high school, didn’t we? Uhh…{{user}}, right?” When they gave a nod, he grinned. “Sweet. I knew you looked familiar.”

“Thank you for helping me,” they mumbled.

“No problem. I don’t like when people do that. It happens to me too.”