Imagine -one shots-

The Karate Expert

You hurried down the hall, trying to get out of the school building as quickly as possible, hoping you made it before the jeering and hollering of your villains filled the halls. The very same villains that have stalked you since the very beginning of your school days still taunt you to this day.

But, you didn’t move quickly enough, as a large mass of human stepped in front of you.

“Where you off to in such a hurry, little pig?” he laughed.

You frowned, and stepped back, refusing to reply.

“Aw, trying to avoid us, were you?” another stepped up next to the first guy.

“You can’t have somewhere important to go, you boring little ugly,” yet another cooed devilishly.

Your face reddened in anger and embarrassment as the hallway filled with the laughter of bystanders. You tried to turn and step away but came face to face with still another guy “Going somewhere?” he chuckled deeply.

“You can’t leave just yet! The fun is only just beginning,” the first guy mock pouted.

Fear built in your chest as they all wore identical smirks, their eyes cold and teasing.

They backed you against a wall and one slapped your books out of your arms.

A hand tapped onto one of their shoulders, and the large guy turned to a fist in his face.

Your eyes widened as you watched your boyfriend roundhouse kick one of your bullies. He punched another in the gut and the guy fell to the ground coughing.

The first guy that had stopped you, tried to lunge at your boyfriend, and you almost winced as the muscly arm aimed at his face.

But he dodged swiftly and elbowed the guy in the chest, pushing him back.

Your boyfriend stood in his almost stiff karate stance, his eyes flaring with anger.

“I’ve had enough of this,” he growled, “You all constantly tormenting her…”

The guys that had ganged up on you all had equally reluctant and fearful gazes, but the first guy still adorned an angry and taunting expression.

“What’re you going to do about it little man?” he laughed.

Your boyfriend glared darkly at the guy, and with one swift punch, the guy was on the floor writhing in pain.

He then sighed and brushed off his clothes, the people in the crowd staring wide eyed at him, many had gasped, and were now mumbling to each other in groups.

He walked over to you, stepping over the guy that was on the floor in pain still, and held out a hand, “You all right?” he breathed out, his eyes soft.

“Yeah, I’m all right,” you smiled, eyes tearing, and hugged him around his neck, then pulled back, kissing him with out a care of who was looking.