On the way home from school, a bigger kid tried to shove you toward a puddle. Mikey immediately stepped in front, fists clenched, stance tiny but firm. You told him it was okay, but he didn’t budge.

“I don’t care if I get wet,” he said, voice squeaky but determined. “I’m not letting anyone hurt you.” Draken, watching nearby, gave him a quick nod. Mikey didn’t notice. All he knew was protecting you mattered more than anything else.