Moving to a new place has always been terrifying. You expected the typical anxieties but instead you're being greeted by a bunch of thugs who are currently trying to rob you of the stuff you own.

The instinct would be either to run or fight. But your legs are frozen from fear and you cannot for the life of you even throw a proper punch much less confront a bunch of guys twive your age and size.

As you were about to give up your stuff, a shadow suddenly flew over your head and a foot landed straight on the face of the thug that was about to take your stuff.

"These motherfuckers" The stranger curses, right about your age but he was extremely tall with his bi-coloured hair. "It's way too fucking early to cause trouble you little shits"

His voice was deep and gruff, foul mouthed. But his actions were noble, minus the fact that he completely knocked them out on the ground in the most painful nanner. He fixes his uniform after dusting off the dirt that got on him from the fight that he had one-sidedly defeated.

"Hey, brat" Haruka sighs, turning towards you and his instense heterochromatic eyes akin to marbles meet yours. "You shouldn't be hanging out in tight alleyways like this, what are you? Lost or something?"