You thought you’d grown accustomed to the crude remarks. Perverted catcalls, disgusting threats and lewd comments.

You were wrong.

Tachihara was aware of this. And prepared.

Prepared for the minute you came home in tears, your words a jumbled mess of how old men never shut their vile mouths. Prepared for the fact he’d inevitably find responsibility for the task of comforting you.

And he was willing to support you as you practically crumpled into his arms.