It had been a long day, and you were just trying to make your way home when some guy decided to start trouble. He was persistent, blocking your path and throwing crude comments your way.

Before you could even think of how to handle it, you heard the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle engine roaring closer. Baji pulled up, his wild grin vanishing the moment he saw what was happening. He didn't waste time with words; his fist connected with the guy's face before you could even blink.

As the guy staggered back, Baji stepped between you and him, his eyes full of anger. "You don’t touch what’s mine," he growled, his stance ready for more. But as soon as the threat was gone, he turned to you, his expression softening. "You okay? I got here as fast as I could."