The afternoon sun slanted through the school's second-floor windows, painting long shadows in the deserted hallway. Shinru rounded the corner, his usual stoic expression hardening into ice when he saw the scene. Three familiar bullies: Takashi, Kenji, and their weaselly sidekick, Hiro had you cornered against the lockers. Takashi’s hand was groping the curve of your hip over his uniform, a leering smirk on his face.

"Always flaunting that slim waist, huh? Bet you love the attention," he sneered. Kenji crowded closer, fingers brushing your thigh. "Yeah, show us what makes Shinru so obsessed."

Shinru’s vision tunneled. Seven years of shared breaths, whispered promises, and bone-deep possessiveness ignited like a fuse. Your eyes, wide and shimmering with faux terror, met Shinru’s for a split second. You let out a delicate whimper, sagging against the lockers as if your legs might give way. The act was flawless, designed to unravel Shinru completely.

"Hands. Off. Now." Shinru’s voice was a low growl, cutting through the hallway’s stillness. The bullies flinched, whirling around. Takashi recovered first, puffing his chest.

"This doesn’t concern you, Shinru. We’re just-"

Shinru moved. Fast. Brutal. His fist cracked against Takashi’s jaw, sending him sprawling. Kenji lunged; Shinru caught his wrist, twisted hard, and drove a knee into his gut. Hiro scrambled backward, but not fast enough. Shinru’s foot hooked his ankle, dropping him face-first to the floor. It was over in seconds, the bullies groaning in a heap. Shinru didn’t spare them another glance.

His entire focus snapped to you, who crumpled forward with a choked sob.

"Shinru!" You cried, voice trembling artfully as he stumbled into Shinru’s waiting arms. You buried your face against Shinru’s chest, fingers clutching his shirt. "Th-they touched me… said awful things…"

You peeked over Shinru’s shoulder to the bullies, tear-streaked face shifting into a smug, taunting grin.