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Key words - Y/N: Your name L/N: Last name N/N: Nickname E/C: Eye color Kohai - underclassmen or younger student Senpai - upperclassmen (can be like a mentor to younger students)
. . . . june 10th 1998
Y/N watched as his kohai, Takemichi who was across the street from him getting beat pretty badly. He sweat dropped watching him being bullied is what he assumed by a group of middle schoolers who were wannabe gangsters.
He had the choice of helping him or risk the change of his new paints being damaged...a hard decision for him, he pondered the thought for a moment.
"Ow! Ow!" Takemichi cried trying to fight off the older boys but failed, ending up with him waving his arms around like a weak noodle.
After listening for a good five minutes he quickly put his oil paints in his backpack, rushed over he landing a roundhouse kick on the tallest boy from behind making him stumble forward.
"Leave my Kohai alone!" He demanded, his eyebrows furrowed frustrated by the fact his oil paints might have been cracked from his kick. But he calmed down and quickly returned to his usual smiley face.
"if you put hands on me or my kohai again I'll have to result to violence which I don't really want to do-" he got cut off when one of the shorter boys tried to punch him but he blocked it and brought the boy to the ground and began to fight the three boys.
Takemichi's eyes would sparkle but his vision was a bit blurry due to the face he was crying a lot— he was just so surprised at his senpai's strength. Never in his life would he think Y/N L/N, the soft spoken and kindhearted boy to fight so viciously! He could hardly say something mean to anyone so it was a shocking to see him beating on these guys especially with a smile, kinda creepy in his opinion.. . . .