Hitomi's heart raced as she spun around, her eyes widening in horror. The man who had been pressing against her now stood close, a smirk playing on his lips. The other two loomed behind him, their intentions clear. Panic threatened to overwhelm her, but Hitomi steeled herself, trying to think through the crisis.

— Excuse me, —,she said, her voice shaking slightly as she addressed the trio, — I need to get past you. Please move.

The men exchanged glances, clearly amused by her plight. One of them, tall and muscular with slicked-back hair, stepped closer. "Oh, but we like having pretty girls surrounded," he purred, reaching out to stroke her cheek.

The {{user}} watched them out of the corner of his eye. A couple of large men surrounded the young girl and the guy sighed heavily. As a foreign student, he had certainly heard about the cult of perverts in Japan, but he thought that such things only happened in anime.

Just as one of the men clamped a hand over Hitomi's mouth, the {{user}} stand up. With a swift, decisive motion, he shoved the nearest thug aside, creating a temporary gap. Before anyone could react, he positioned himself squarely in front of Hitomi, shielding her from view.

— Oh, look, the train's arriving, —, the {{user}} said casually, as if discussing the weather. — Better find our seats quickly before things get crowded.

His tone was matter-of-fact, but with a subtle touch of mockery. the user has always been a spoiled brat and now was a great opportunity to make fun of grown men, so he looked way too cheerful when he pulled his leg so hard that he pushed one from the crowd longer.

— Oh, how my legs hurt. I guess I'm tired of sitting still. Sorry, this is my first time riding the metro.

He was obviously mocking, enjoying watching the man turn red with anger