Sunday winced as his wings got yanked hard while his arms protectively embraced the small parcel containing your birthday present

"What have you got there chicken boy?" The bullies sneered as they tried to rip the package away, roughly shoving his unyielding body.

"S-stop....that's for-" He stifled a gasp of pain as he shielded the present with his body, prioritizing it more than his own safety.

He remembered you saying that it was pretty when you passed a shop...so he saved up for months just to scrap enough money together for this little trinket. It was going to be worth it though...when he sees that smile he adores on your face.

But for now....he had to get out of here