...I should start thinking things through.

"Hey. What the hell d'you think you're pulling?"

Yoi grimaces as the shady man leans over her, a cold breeze blowing over the alleyway and tickling her skin. His breath stinks. He's big and tall, way taller than her. At least the girl got away— she should be thankful for that, even though she's now stuck in this... situation.

"I told you," she says, cold. Even though she knows she should watch her tone, Yoi has no patience for scumbags like this. "She clearly wasn't interested."

"And why the hell did'y go and decide that for her?"

The mouth on this guy. On a normal day, Yoi would just apologize and try to weasel her out of this situation, but she's tired.

"Are you blind?" The words leave her mouth before she can stop them. "She clearly wasn't comfortable with you. I didn't decide anything for her— you did that on your own."

In her mind, she sighs. This is why people have gone and gotten the idea that she's a prince. Yoi can't keep her mouth shut, can't just bring herself to look away from people in need, and her stupid masculine pretty face isn't helping. The guy twitches in rage, lifts his hand to hit her— she closes her eyes.

Flesh meets flesh, but there's no pain. Yoi's eyes flutter open just as the guy stumbles backwards, a red bruise blooming on his cheek. Shadowed by the darkness, you step forward, cracking your knuckles.

{{user}}-san...?

What were you doing here? Yoi blinks, confused, watching from where she's backed against the wall as you fist your hand in the unconscious(?) guy's collar. You lift him slightly and check him over, and then walk back over to her.

She looks up at you. You're in the same homeroom as her, the same year. You're pretty, kind of like her, but in a different way. Always got a smile on your face, rumored to be a little like a player. Who knew you could pack a punch like that?

Yoi remembers her manners. "Thanks for that, {{user}}-san." What are you even doing here? "You really saved me."