𝕎𝕙𝕪 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝔸 𝔾𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 // 𝓓. 𝓝𝓪 𝔁 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮

{2} Meeting The Oh-So Lovely Union

☀️ Saturday ☀️ 

Eero's being discharged tomorrow so we all decided to wander around town until we find something to get him. Cato kept getting distracted by flower shops, insisting we get Eero flowers. Eero likes flowers, but he doesn't want any. He said they're annoying to clean up when they die.

Verose was just trudging behind us, he hates shopping. Jay walked beside him, holding a book, trying to read as we walked. How does he do that? Cato leads us around from store to store, trying not to impulsively buy every stuffed anime he sees. I swear, he's such a softie.

Malik and I walk side by side, in the middle of the group. We talk and laugh as Cato tries to apologize to a woman because he accidentally stepped on his shoe. While the woman awkwardly says it's fine and Cato tries to offer her money to make up for it.

We continue to walk for a while, when suddenly a large guy with purple hair and glasses steps in front of Cato. He bumps into the guy and falls back. We rush to Cato and help him up.

"What the fuck, dude?" Verose shouts.

"You should watch where you're going," the guy lazily says.

"You did that on purpose!"

"He shouldn't have been prancing around with his eyes in another direction."

"Are you tryna start something?!"

He flashes us a smile, then his face rests into a bored look as him and Verose stare at each other. After a few seconds he begins to laugh. His friend's all look at him, unsure, and back away.

He walks towards Verose and Verose tenses up, ready to fight. Before any of us knew what was happening the guy's fist was going towards Verose's face. He put his arm up to block it, then winced when the guy's fist came in contact with his arm. How hard does he hit? Verose rarely reacts to pain.

The guy brought his other fist up to hit Verose and he dodged it. After getting space between them I step forward. "Look, dude. If you want to fight then fight me. I'm the best fighter here."

"Yeah? Why don't I beat all of you up? Starting with you, then moving to your faggot friend, then the princess"

"You're crossing a serious line with that slur. How about you try to beat us up and we whoop your ass?"

He smirks, then throws a lunch at me. I dodge it and bring my fist forward to punch his throat. He quickly uses his other hand to grab mine and twist my wrist. I lift up my leg to kick him in the side of the knee. I get the front of my foot behind his knee and his leg slightly buckles. Not much, but enough for him to loosen his grip and me to get my hand back. I bring my hand back up and punch him in the face. He lifts his own hand and aims for my face. I just barely manage to dodge it.

He throws a bunch of fast punches at me. I can't dodge them all so I put my arms up and close myself up. He's hitting me so hard it feels like my arms might fall off or break. I can't do anything against him at the moment. I just take the hits. He gets past my defenses and gets me in the ribs. I yelp in pain and lower an arm to my ribs. As I do he brings his hand over to hit my face.

I smile to myself, which causes him to freeze for a split second. It wasn't long, but long enough for me to get a hit in on his throat. Then I kick his knees back. He grunts in pain and stumbles. I lift up my leg and kick his jaw with a crescent kick. His head flies back and he completely loses his balance. He falls onto his ass and glares at me.

"Let's call it quits before I embarrass you farther."

He shouts in frustration as he gets up. He begins to charge me, his fist rushing in the air to my face. His hand was suddenly stopped. He froze as he saw the tattooed hand that had grabbed his. His eyes slowly got larger and he stared at it in fear.