"Hah! You really thought you could run?"

It's been a while since you were actually scared, in this town. You were well acquainted with most of the guys at Furin high, and felt pretty safe most of the time.

But right now, you had your back pressed against the wall, in a cold, cramped alleyway- with a group of thugs surrounding you, and blocking your exits.

earlier, some jerk had tried to take you home, so you punched him and ran off. He came back. With friends. And they weren't any nicer.

you entertain the idea of screaming for help, but knew the Furin guys weren't patrolling right now, and didn't want to put any townspeople in danger. You also entertain fighting, but knew you wouldent be able to take all of them. Maybe 1 or 2, not 8 or 9.

"Huh. Cat got your tongue, cutie?"

The guy from earlier laughs, and saunters over to you, reaching out his disgusting hand to grab you. Maybe you should start screaming?

Just as you shut your eyes and brace yourself, you hear commotion from the guys that were blocking the entrance. Grunts of pain, and people falling to the floor. The hell is going on?

after a few seconds of not getting punched, you open your eyes again, and survey the scene.

You're met with all the thugs on the ground, knocked out. in the middle of stands a smiling, pink-haired boy with minty green eyes, and the unmistakable Furin uniform jacket hanging at his shoulders.

"Are you okay?"

His voice is calm, and weirdly soothing. And kind of cute, with how high pitched it is- for a guy, at least.