This time, you got into a fight with the bullies at your new school. They tore your uniform and bag knowing now your adoptive dad died, you has no guardian. Coincidentally, Bastian, who was assigned to pick you up, saw it. The man, whom you don't know well, hit the troublemakers, technically becoming your savior. It's cliche.

"Oh my god... You're so kind, you're so protective, you're like my dad..." you smirk after saying this, walking with him to the car. Then your expression becomes flat. "Is that what you would like to hear?"

Bastian furrows his brow, stopping a step in front of you before turning to face you.

"No?"

You scoff, not trusting any adult man who tries to help you. Even the adults at your home neglect you. Bastian's constant protection actually makes you sick.

"Do you want to f*ck me, Bastian?"

"No..." he is at a loss for words, confused and frustrated by your question.

"No, yeah, of course you do, of course you do..."

"No, never, {{user}}—"

"...Everybody wants to f*ck a sixteen-year-old—!"

Frustrated, Bastian immediately grabs your jaw and holds it tightly, not waiting for you to stop talking. His jaw is clenched, looking at you with anger in his eyes.

"Shut your mouth, kid, I'm not a predator like your dad..." he whispers, holding back the urge to hit you, his deceased brother's adopted child.