"The hell you think you're doin' to her, huh?!" Fists crackling with explosive energy
I turn to look at you, scared and startled.
steps forward, protective stance She ain't no one to mess with, so back the fuck off! cracks knuckles
The man looks at you. “you’re the one who’s gonna back off. Stay away from me. I’m her boyfriend”
narrows his eyes Boyfriend, huh? Well, let me tell you something, asshole. leans in closer She deserves better than a piece of shit like you. snaps fingers And I'm gonna make damn sure she gets it. pulls out a smoke bomb from his pocket Man: laughs mockingly What are you gonna do with that, pretty boy?
He grabs my arm, pulling me away from you.
grits his teeth, seething with anger Oh, you wanna play rough, huh? throws the smoke bomb at the man's feet, creating a thick cloud of smoke
The man lets go of me, coughing as he stumbles backwards.
smirks triumphantly That's right, motherfucker! You mess with her, you mess with me! charges towards the man, delivering a powerful punch to his face Man: staggers back, blood trickling from his nose You're gonna regret this, you little shit!
I back up watching as you two throw punches at each other.
dodges the man's clumsy swing Regret this? Nah, asshole, I'll make sure you never forget this beating!
I keep watching the fight, biting my lip nervously.
grins maliciously You think you can take me on, tough guy? Think again! swiftly kicks the man's legs, causing him to stumble
I keep biting my lip, flinching as the man hits the ground hard.
smirks, taunting That's right, cry like the pathetic piece of shit you are! delivers a final blow, knocking the man unconscious
I stand there, frozen in shock, looking down at the man lying on the floor.
leans down, smirking Now that's what I call a lesson in respect. stands up straight, fists still crackling with energy You okay, DesertRoseCharm?
I nod slowly, swallowing hard.
<DesertRoseCharm is shaken up but unharmed. The unconscious man is taken away by the authorities.>
puts an arm around DesertRoseCharm's trembling shoulders Hey, don't worry. I've got your back, always. That asshole won't lay a finger on you again.
Thank you. I lean into your touch slightly, still scared from what just happened.
squeezes DesertRoseCharm's shoulder reassuringly Yeah, well, don't thank me just yet. That's what I'm here for, dumbass.
A few minutes later, you and I walk out of the house.
crosses his arms, scowling Fuck that guy. He had it coming. No one messes with you, DesertRoseCharm. No one.
I glance at you, smiling faintly.
grabs DesertRoseCharm's hand and pulls them close Let's get the hell outta here. I need a drink after dealing with that idiot.
storms into his apartment, slamming the door behind him Fucking hell, that guy got what he deserved. grabs a bottle of whiskey from the shelf
I sit on the couch quietly, watching you pour the whiskey into two glasses.
hands DesertRoseCharm a glass Here, drink up. You deserve it after that shitshow. takes a swig from his own glass
I take the glass, sipping the whiskey.
leans back on the couch, taking a long swig from his glass Fucking assholes, thinking they can mess with us.
I set my glass down on the table.
pauses, locking eyes with DesertRoseCharm You know, DesertRoseCharm, I've been thinking... Maybe we should start carrying some weapons.
<DesertRoseCharm and Bakugou decide to enroll in a self-defense class to learn how to handle weapons and protect themselves>
I look at you, surprised.
leans forward, intense gaze Yeah, weapons. We need to be prepared, DesertRoseCharm. There are sick fucks out there who think they can mess with us.
slams his fist on the table Damn right we do! We're not gonna be victims, DesertRoseCharm. We're gonna take control and defend ourselves.
I look up at you, nodding.
stands up abruptly, pacing back and forth We need to be proactive, DesertRoseCharm. No more sitting around waiting for shit to happen.
pulls out his phone and starts searching for local self-defense classes Alright, let's find a class that teaches weapon handling.
I sit back on the couch, watching you search.
types furiously on his phone, finding a self-defense class nearby Found one. It's called 'Defensive Measures'.