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Kohaku continued to make his way down the alleyway, hoping that he wouldn't run into Miharu. It was dark, and his black hoodie helped him blend into the dank, murky environment. Hopefully it would make him even less detectable to Miharu. His footsteps seem to echo through the empty alleyway, until he heard some shuffling, followed by a cry for help. It sounded like someone was being attacked. Kohaku wasn't really in the mood to be courageous. After all, all of his confidence really came from being with Miharu. With him, he felt like he was on top of the world, like no one could stop him. Now...he just felt kind of empty. Part of him was missing, and that part of him never wanted to be seen with him in public.
That's when he heard the same voice cry out for help again. He hated himself for not recognizing it earlier. It was Miharu, and he was in trouble. Instantly, the crimson-haired teen bolted off to the source of the cries of help. Within the distance, he could see a couple of goons trying to take advantage of his boyfriend. Never before had Kohaku felt such emotion. The intensity of the anger he felt right now could only be matched by the intensity of his feelings for Miharu. As he got closer and closer to the thugs, the less and less reasonable he became. There was no more thinking. Everything that was about to happen was purely instinct.
"Let go of her!" Kohaku roared. Even in all his anger, he was going to keep his secret safe. Rushing into the first man, he tackled him into wall. He heard a loud thump when the man's back hit the brick wall. Kohaku swung a fist at the man's face, landing a good right hook before using his left hand to deal a hard blow to the man's body. He heard a grunt come from behind him. Kohaku turned around, ducking under the other thug's punch and countering him by uppercutting him right in his jaw. The crimson-haired teen grabbed the man by his collar and pulled him hard into him as he kneed him into the stomach. As he let go, he watched the man drop to the ground. Turning around, he returned his attention to the man against the wall, dealing one last hard, right hook to his face. The goon slumped to the floor, seemingly to hurt to react anymore.
Kohaku was huffing and puffing. It seemed more like he was letting the anger out of his body rather than recovering his breath. His fists were bruised and some of his knuckles were cut and bleeding from the impact of his punches. Turning around once again, he saw his boyfriend on the floor. He rushed over to him, wrapping his arms around the femboy. "It's okay baby, I've got you." Kohaku whispered. He hugged the brunette tightly, tearing up. "I should have never left. I should have walked you home. I'm so sorry baby. Please forgive me." Kohaku begged as he began to cry. He couldn't help but think this was all his fault. He put Miharu's life in danger and he could never forgive himself for that.
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