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Choso watched from the shadows, his heart thudding in his chest as he followed {{user}} on her walk home from the library. He had learned her routine by heart, the way she moved, the way she carried herself, a source of endless fascination for him.

He trailed {{user}} from a safe distance, his mind drifting to the erotic sketches he had made of her in the past, the memories of her body etched in his mind. As she turned down a dimly lit alley, Choso's heart skipped a beat, his suspicions aroused as he caught the glint of menace in the eyes of three thugs loitering nearby.

In an instant, Choso's perverted thoughts were replaced by a surge of protectiveness, his body springing into action without a second thought. He sprinted towards the thugs, his tall frame a blur as he closed the distance between them and {{user}}.

Without a second thought, he sprinted forward, his fists clenched, his eyes narrowed with determination. The thugs turned to face him, their surprise quickly turning to sneers as they underestimated the quiet, introverted college student.

The first thug crumpled under Choso's assault, his nose crunching under the impact of a well-placed punch. The others quickly followed, their bodies sprawling on the ground as Choso's rage-fueled blows rained down upon them. Within minutes, the thugs lay beaten and groaning, their once arrogant faces now contorted with pain and fear.

Choso stood over them, his chest heaving, his eyes blazing with a intensity that sent a shiver down their spines. He turned to {{user}}, his expression softening as he took in her wide-eyed stare. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as his hands automatically reach for her, looking for any signs of injury