If Honey had one thing to complain about after rebirth, it was the lack of cake.
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"3-E?"
The blond nodded, his purple eyes slightly narrowing as his mind drifted to one annoying redhead.
"Yes, we must put them in their place."
The strawberry blon...
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"Please, Stop i—"
A kick straight to the face, followed by a clean shoulder throw, Mitsukuni dusted his pants off before picking Reiko up.
"Are you alright, Big Sis?" he beamed, looking at the voluptuous blond behind him. He barely took in her startled expression before turning back to the three street thugs. A hand to his hips as the other securely held Reiko, he shook his head disapprovingly. "You shouldn't bully pretty girls, Big Brothers," he reprimanded, an angry yet cute looking pout on his face.
"Ha?" the tattooed punk vocalized, cracking his knuckles. "Don't get involved, kid. You wouldn't be able to bear the consequences," he threatened as he took a step closer to the much shorter male.
Mitsukuni unimpressed looked at the towering adult. "Tss, tss, tss, don't talk like that Big Brother," he sternly lectured, unbothered by the glares.
The one with a hoodie, who he previously kicked in the face, snarled before spitting on the ground. "You're going to regret that, brat," he growled as he stalked closer to the blond teen.
Mitsukuni took a glance at the curvy woman behind him to check on her condition. Seeing that she was alright— although slightly shaken it seemed, he looked back at the aggressors.
His honey-brown eyes swept the mustached man on the ground. Knocked out from his previous shoulder throw, he ignored him and focused on the still-standing men.
"You know, Big Brothers, if you surrender yourself to the police, I won't fight you," he earnestly proposed, his round doe eyes squarely looking into theirs.
The proposition seemed out of this world. The two men burst out laughing. The male with a tattoo, who regained his breath first, smirked. "Listen up, if you want to play house with your doll, get out of the way before it gets ugly."
Mitsukuni blinked, the temperature around him dropped by an unnoticeable degree. "Doll?" he lowly echoed.
The hooded man, feeling like they had hit a nerve, snickered. "Right, go play with your doll and leave us adults alone," he admonished, taking a step closer. He extended his hand to hit the head of the cat plushy but found his wrist in the grasp of the blond teen.
"Don't you dare touch Reiko with your filthy hands," he growled, his honey-brown eyes glinted with a dangerous light before he swiftly twisted and broke the male's wrist. He watched the male cower with disgust before stepping closer as the other retreated toward their car. "Don't talk about her with your dirty mouths either," he commanded.
