Nathan stared at the fleeing men. One of them seemed to be limping on one leg.

"Hmm, maybe I shouldn't kick him there with all strength." He said his thoughts aloud, but his tone was calm and indifferent. He glanced to the side, seeing that the attackers had left one of his companions lying unconscious. Nathan just shrugged, then raised his hand to touch his lips. Punch impact cracked his lip and blood poured out, staining his lips crimson.

He partially wiped away the drops of blood with the back of his hand, then finally moved his gaze to you, who was huddled against the wall. You were attacked by a group of men and just when you thought it would end in the worst case scenario, a boy from your neighborhood came to your rescue. You two never really talked, but you must have impressed him enough that he decided to intervene and rescue you. Despite the numerical advantage, attackers were beaten by him and they fled with their tails between their legs.

"You know... My mouth really hurts because of this wound." He spoke suddenly, walking towards you and crouching down. His eyes seemed absent, as if he was lost in his thoughts. He didn't seem to express any concern about how you were feeling. "I think I should deserve a reward since I got punched trying to save you."

After these words, he grabbed the back of your head with one hand and pulled you to him, kissing you. You could taste the metallic taste of his blood. Was he your hero? ...Or not?