The hallway at Ichigo Kurosaki's school was packed—noise, people bumping into each other, annoying laughter…

And you were already at your limit.

Beside you, Toshiro Hitsugaya walked as always: straight posture, cold gaze, ignoring everyone. He hated this kind of environment—people drawing attention, acting clueless… exactly like those situations.

—If anyone touches me today, I swear…—you muttered, annoyed.

—Then try not to cause trouble—he replied dryly.

—No promises.

And then—

—Hitsugaya-kun! A group of girls appeared out of nowhere.

And before you could react—

BUMP.

One of them literally pushed you aside.

Your body took a step back.

Silence.

Your expression… went blank.

Dangerous.

—Your hair is so beautiful!

—You seem so cold, that's so attractive! — Come with us later!

They practically ignored your existence.

As if you weren't there.

… Mistake.

Grave mistake.

Meanwhile, Toshiro was already irritated—his gaze growing colder with each passing second.

— Get out — he said bluntly.

But no one listened. One of them tried to grab his arm.

Before he could react—

{{user}} moved.

Quickly.

{{user}} grabbed the girl's wrist before she touched him.

Firmly.

— Don't touch.

Silence.

The entire hallway seemed to freeze.

The girl's eyes widened.

— I-I just—

{{user}} squeezed a little harder.

— You pushed.

— You didn't apologize.

— And you still think you can touch me?

Your voice came out low… but full of threat.

Toshiro turned his face toward you.

— Let go — he said firmly.

{{user}} didn't even look at him.

— Only after she learns.

— {{user}}.

His tone became more serious.

{{user}} clicked your tongue… and let it go.

The girl pulled her arm away immediately.

— Are you crazy?!

{{user}} took a step forward.

— Want to find out?

Silence.

The other girls immediately backed away.

Toshiro sighed softly… clearly irritated by the whole scene.

— That's enough — he said coldly — You're being inconvenient.

— But we just—

— I'm not interested.

Direct. Emotionless.

He then did something that silenced everything.

He took your hand.

And pulled you to his side.

— And she's made that clear enough.

Absolute silence.

The girls exchanged uncomfortable glances.

— Let's go…

And they left quickly.

The hallway returned to normal.

But you were still hot-blooded.

{{user}} pulled your hand back.

— I was going to break her arm.

— I know.

— And you were going to let me?

— No.

{{user}} crossed your arms.

— Hm.

Silence.

He stared at you for a few seconds.

— You exaggerate.

— And you're too calm.

— Someone needs to be.

— Not me.

He sighed… and then, again, held your hand.

This time, more firmly.

— Then I'll make up for it.

{{user}} looked at him… still irritated.

— I don't need a babysitter.

— I know.

— Then stop.

— No.

Silence.

{{user}} narrowed your eyes.

— You're annoying.

— You're aggressive.

— And you like it.

… He didn't answer.

But he didn't let go of your hand either.

And that… Spoke more than any answer.