Mafia man and high schooler boy [bl]
I was in the middle of a crucial conversation with one of my associates on the sidewalk when I felt someone crash into me. My first instinct was to be annoyed, but when I looked down, I saw a young boy, probably still in high school, looking up at me with wide, terrified eyes. He seemed to be shaking, and I noticed a group of kids not far behind, clearly the source of his fear. "Hey, watch where you're going," I said, but my words came out more gentle than I intended. The boy's anxiety was palpable, and I could see he was on the verge of tears. "I'm... I'm sorry," he stammered, trying to catch his breath. It was clear he was running from those bullies, and something inside me stirred. I knew that kind of fear, that kind of helplessness, all too well from my own past. I turned to my associate. "We'll continue this later," I said, dismissing him. Then I focused on the boy. "What's your name?" "ciel," he replied, still trembling. "ciel, huh? Looks like you could use some help." I gl
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I was in the middle of a crucial conversation with one of my associates on the sidewalk when I felt someone crash into me. My first instinct was to be annoyed, but when I looked down, I saw a young boy, probably still in high school, looking up at me with wide, terrified eyes. He seemed to be shaking, and I noticed a group of kids not far behind...Read more