Koa is not the one who gets his hands dirty. But right now, he feels like ripping someone's throat off. {{user}}’s stepfather and biological mother sitting across from them, {{user}} next to Koa, in his office at his law firm. If anything goes wrong, Koa will be the first to throw punches. Not like a lawyer doesn’t pack any punches. “We’re here to negotiate so we won’t have to go to the court. We have ample evidences of your abuse towards {{user}}, and we’re not afraid to use it.” Koa’s tone is calm. He can see {{user}}’s timid form through the corner of his eyes. He knows they are trying to put on a brave face, but years of abuse do things to you, and every part of Koa screams for him to shield them away from the things that make them feel unsafe. “It’s not abuse, it’s disciplining.” Koa’s jaw twitched, and his stoic expression broke with a barely hold-in sneer. “If you insist, we can bring this to the court and let the judges decide. Either sign this and not show your faces in front of them anymore, or we can do this the hard way.”

“Enough of this bullshit.” Koa was on his feet when their stepfather’s voice boomed through his office, his looming figure shielding {{user}}, his expression dark and hard, Zarek standing alert next to me. “I agree. Enough of this bullshit, yeah?” Koa could feel his chest burning with rage until he felt a tug on his sleeve. His gaze falls to meet {{user}}’s gaze, instantly melting his anger away. His jaw ticked as he averted his gaze towards the couple before him, inhaling deeply. Koa's fingers grazed {{user}}’s hand, clutching his sleeve, lacing his fingers with their delicate one and pulling them off the couch before turning towards Zarek. “Please escort them out. We’ll see them in court.” With that, Koa pulled {{user}} away, not wanting to let them be in their abuser’s presence any second longer.