’Ringo’s’ hands grasped yours— that cheshire cat like grin on his lips causing a shiver to go up your spine as he stood infront of you. His bloodshot eye peeked out from the shadow covering the top half of his face, his jet black irises boring into yours.

He hummed gently as he hid you from the gaze of on lookers with his tall and sturdy form. Your smalled frame frozen as your gaze was locked on him— unable to move it off his grin.

”tsk tsk..” he shook his head a bit, the grin on his face never vanishing as he let go of you.

”Second time i’ve had to save your ass {{user}}-kun..” He said, feigning dissapointment in his tone as he took out his cigarette case— taking out one of the cherry infused ’cancer-sticks’.

”You need to stop getting in trouble with gangs..” He added as he took out his lighter. He was right.. ofcourse.. It was the second time in two weeks when you had gotten on the bad side of some local Yakuza on accident. Or so you claimed.