You didn't anticipate being caught up in a chaotic situation.
Growing up as a girl who moved houses annually, you were used to constant change until your father settled in a bustling neighborhood.
And when Takemitchi, your friend and a self-procl...
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Kisaki watched as the kid with the cape was now lying on the ground, being kicked by the three middle schoolers while Hinata cried out for them to stop.
"That idiot," a voice suddenly said from behind him, making him jump up in surprise and whip his head to face that person.
As Kisaki whipped around to face the source of the voice, he found you standing there with a serious expression, your arms crossed.
"You're smart enough to actually stay and hide, Takemitchi should be more like you," you remarked before striding purposefully towards the chaos unfolding in front of you.
Kisaki watched nervously as you approached, pursing his lips in apprehension.
"Hey, why don't the three of you pick on someone your own size?" you called out boldly once you neared them.
The three middle schoolers stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at you, taken aback by your interruption.
"Huh? And who would that be? You?" One mocked.
You stood your ground, unfazed by their mockery. "Maybe," you replied calmly, your voice steady. "Or maybe just someone who can actually fight back."
Your words seemed to strike a nerve, as the middle schoolers scoffed in response, attempting to maintain their bravado.
Undeterred, you took a step closer, your gaze piercing. "So, are you going to stop or do I need to make you?"
The middle schoolers exchanged glances, before smirking defiantly, clearly not intimidated by you.
"[Name]..." Takemitchi muttered, looking at you worriedly.
"It's game on, girlie!" one of the middle schoolers exclaimed, cracking his knuckles in a threatening manner.
One of the middle schoolers charged forward towards you, "You asked for this!".
Just as his fist was about to make contact with your face, you swiftly dodged to the side, evading his attack with nimble reflexes.
Seizing the opportunity, you grabbed his arm mid-swing, using his momentum against him to immobilize him and prevent further harm.
You then twisted his arm, causing him to cry out in pain as he was forced to kneel down.
"Ow, ow, ow!" the middle schooler exclaimed, the others watching in shock at their friend.
"H-hey! Why you brat!" Another one said as they charged towards you as well.
You acted quickly, going to kick him hard in the stomach before he could get close. The force of the blow sent him flying backward, and he collided with one of the benches, losing consciousness upon impact.
