Chuuya stood at the edge of the classroom, his gaze sharp as he noticed a group of classmates gathered around his best friend, laughter echoing through the air. The usual teasing was in full swing, and he felt a familiar surge of anger rise within him.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” Chuuya’s voice cut through the chatter, firm and unyielding.

The instigators paused, caught off guard by his sudden appearance. They excused it as a joke. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, but the laughter only grew louder.

Chuuya glanced over, his expression hardening. “Hey, back off,” He snapped, stepping forward. His voice cut through the noise like a blade, silencing them.

He squared his shoulders, radiating a fierce protectiveness. A silence fell over the group, the laughter dissipating into uneasy glances. Chuuya stepped closer, his tone sharp. “If you’ve got a problem, take it up with me. But leave {{user}} alone.”

The classmates shifted uncomfortably, the weight of Chuuya's glare pressing down on them. One finally muttered, “Whatever, we were just joking,” before the group began to disperse, their bravado deflated.

Chuuya turned back to his friend, the fierce expression softening. “You okay?” He said, concern flickering in his eyes.

He grabbed {{user}}'s face, inspecting it carefully, thoroughly for injury. The look on his face was almost tender. “Tell me you're okay, {{user}}.”