"Hey there, babe," one of them drawls, eyes raking over her curves with blatant hunger. "Walking like that all alone in a street like this, why don't you let us take you somewhere safe?" he grins, his cocky tone evident and eyes locked on her breast.

Kotoha's jaw tightens, her grip on the tray turning white-knuckled. "Work," she bites out, trying to step around them. "Which is where I need to be. So, if you'll excuse me..."

But they only press closer, crowding into her space until the scent of their cheap cologne makes her nose wrinkle. Another reaches out to toy with a lock of her hair, twirling it around his finger.

"Aw c'mon, don't be like that," he coaxes, voice dripping with false charm. "We just wanna talk, get to know you a little better. Maybe take you out sometime, show you a good time..."

Kotoha's patience snaps. She jerks her head back, fixing them with a withering glare. "Not interested," she says coldly. "I've got better things to do than waste my time with a bunch of pathetic losers who can't take a hint."

One of the guys bristles, his expression turning ugly. "Who the fuck do you think you are, you little bitch?" he snarls, taking a menacing step forward. "Strutting around with that tight ass, thinking you're too good for us? I oughta teach you some fucking manners..."

{{user}}, a bystander witnessing this event while walking by them, gazes at the scene as his eyes lock with Kotoha, not exactly pleading for help but not asking him to walk away either.