𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

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EIGHT ;
「 a peaceful moment 」

• ʚ ✦ ɞ •

TRIGGER WARNING; Hints and mentions of death, abuse, self harm, suicidal thoughts, alchohol / drug use, heavy coarse language

SHOTO PRESSED HIS HAND AGAINST THE GLASS and blinked a couple times to wrap his head around the fact that he was looking at his brother. Without thinking, he knocked on the glass to try get his attention. "Natsuo!"

The man in question was knocked to the ground. Though it wasn't a hard hit, he appeared so weak as to get up like he had been stabbed. The larger male grabbed him by the back of his collar and raised him with ease. He grimaced slightly with a hint of pity as he examined the man at hand. On Natsuo's right was a black eye and on his left was a cut on his lip and a bruise on his cheekbone. He reeked of alcohol and it was evident on his shirt. His breathing ragged as though he had been fighting for a while already.

"How sad." He slurred with a pout eyeing the subject. Natsuo hastily spat right on his face causing him to tightly shut his eyes in disgust. A pained chuckle left the boy's lips, waiting for the man to look at him again. All the other men behind him stared him down angrily. His smile faded only to find the man's eyes glowing red with murder, his bloodshot optics sending laps down his spine.

He only blinked before a strong hammer of pain hit his stomach, so abrupt it blew him back to the cold ground out of the man's grasp. The back of his head collided harshly against the metal footrests of the bar chairs. Natsuo was knocked into the reality of him being in a losing fight. Before he could even breathe, get up or recollect composure, a lump raised from his chest to out of his throat, choking out a cold, metallic tang of blood. Natsuo winced at the pain he was in.

Stupidly enough, his unconscious mind continued to fight.
"S'that all you got, jackass?"

Though the volume heard was thin through the glass, Shoto heard that one very clear. Terror tainted his expression and his blood ran cold as if frozen in place. Natsuo retorted in a laughing manner right as the men were taking their leave. The previous man looked back at him with a blank look, his lips curving ear to ear into a psychotic grin. This boy was really asking for a fight.

The group turned around and waited for Natsuo to get back on his feet. He got into a fighting position appearing sloppy and effortless. The man smiled and rolled his eyes, walking towards the smaller male with an innocent, content grin. He swiftly threw his fist towards Natsuo's face but felt no impact as he dodged to the left. Using his vacant arm, he attempted to grab Natsuo, but the young man ducked and leapt, running across the bar chairs to his right and before the thug could think, he swiftly sprinted behind him on the counter hooking his neck with his forearm and locking him in. The impact of the swing forced the bigger man to turn and fall back. Natsuo was behind him of course which may have nearly rattled some ribs of his.