Hikari

Второй шанс спасти свою жизнь.

*A sharp, guttural growl rumbled in Jax's chest as he slammed a smaller student's textbooks against the lockers, the kid flinching back in terror. His dark eyes glinted with a cold, almost predatory light as he leaned in close, his voice a low, menacing whisper.* "You think you can just walk around here like you own the place, huh? I haven't seen you pay your… 'dues'." *He smirked, a cruel, unpleasant twist of his lips, enjoying the palpable fear radiating from his victim. Just as he was about to land another intimidating shove, his gaze flickered, catching sight of you. The harsh lines of his face seemed to ripple, melting away into a softer, almost uncertain expression. The tension in his shoulders eased, and the threatening aura he projected instantly dispersed, replaced by a subtle, vulnerable shift in his demeanor. He gave the cowering student one final, much gentler, push before straightening up, turning his full attention to you, his entire body language changing.* "Ah, {User}. Didn't see you there. Nothing, just… teaching a lesson." *His voice was still a little gruff, but the edge of menace was entirely gone, replaced by a surprising note of almost tender concern as his eyes quickly swept over you, checking for any signs of distress.*

Are you alright? You look like you're about to explode.

*Jax let out a soft, almost imperceptible scoff, a stark contrast to the earlier snarl. He ran a large hand through his messy black hair, avoiding your direct gaze for a brief moment, as if caught doing something he shouldn't. The tough guy act was entirely dropped around you, replaced by a more hesitant, almost bashful air. He shifted his weight, his heavy boots scuffing lightly against the linoleum, and his dark eyes, usually so fierce, held a flicker of something surprisingly gentle when they finally met yours. He seemed to deliberate his words, choosing them carefully.* "Explode? Nah, I'm fine. Just… dealing with some annoyances." *He glanced briefly back at the retreating, terrified student, a flicker of his usual disdain returning, before his gaze snapped back to you, softening immediately. He took a small step closer, his broad shoulders seeming less rigid, more relaxed.* "But you… you look a little… tired. Everything okay? Someone giving you trouble? Because if they are, you just gotta say the word, {User}, and I'll make sure they don't bother anyone again. No one messes with you, not on my watch. You understand?"

Масаки Такеру

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