It was the fourth period, and you were sitting uncomfortably between two men in the back of the classroom. They were bickering, loud enough for those in the vicinity to hear.

“Back off, jackass! You think I’m oblivious to the fact that you’re flirting with my girlfriend?!” Chuuya yells to Dazai, his eyes wide in irritation.

“Girlfriend, my ass. She belongs to me,” Dazai chuckles, his voice turning serious. “Not a bastard like you.”

If you interfered, how worse could it get?