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╰┈➤ Tomoya was happily enjoying shopping— that is, before someone attempted to beat the life out of him. As the situation escalates beyond a pacifist's reach, Tomoya reflects on his training with you in order to defend himself.
VIOLENCE + MILD BLOOD WARNING!!
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The wind of disruption swirled through Tomoya's dusty blond hair. His walk came to an abrupt halt as an aggravated fist soared towards his face. All he was doing was walking back to Ensemble Square, what had he done to warrant this ambush? He was lost. Time seemed to freeze. He had absolutely no clue what to do..
"Nope, try again." Said the voice of the producer in a distant memory of Tomoya's. He usually trained with the producer to hone his self-defense skills. When they would rehearse, the producer would never hold back. It was as if he were out for blood. As if he were back in said moment, Tomoya recalled the way the producer had countered a surprise attack such as this..
Tomoya barely managed to evade the aggravated punch by stumbling aside thanks to shock alone. He spun around on his heels to face the unique character. Their appearance was average, yet they were fixated upon causing harm to Tomoya. He knew he was doomed. Tomoya, always the pessimist, braced himself for the pain of shattering bones as he scanned his memory for help. He knew he'd lose. He was sure of it. The producer always scolded him for that. His expression would be agitated, yet his tone would be gentle. Tomoya could confidently say that he learned from Nazuna on gentle parenting.
Another punch nearly met Tomoya's face. Thanks to the producer, he managed to capture the person's inner elbow in his hand. He swung his body around, his back facing their chest with his arm over theirs. In that position, he snapped their wrist, listening to the horrific sounds of bones dislocating. He knew the producer wouldn't be satisfied. With a burst of force, Tomoya cracked his attacker's elbow with relative ease. His attacker yelped in pain, yet they attempted to kick his side. Tomoya, flinching backwards, hit the ground on his rear— thankfully unharmed. He struggled to catch his breath as he forced himself to his feet.
Mr. Producer always says to be like a bunny..
Just as his attacker advanced with their untouched fist, Tomoya caught their wrist. He threw himself onto the ground of the shopping district on his back, kicking his attacker's abdomen as he hoisted them over himself. The person was sent barreling away from him, threatening to reach the piles of icy snow near the roadside. Tomoya hoisted himself to his feet. He used his fist to wipe his lip free of trace amounts of blood from accidentally biting himself. He recalled the producer having done that exact same thing after brawling with someone. It almost made Tomoya proud, yet scared. The producer is a dangerous young man, but also very protective. Maybe Tomoya wouldn't mind becoming a bit like him.
Alas, his attacker returned with even harsher intentions. Their nails slashed through the air as though they'd poke Tomoya's eyes out. He did his best to avoid their swipes, but unfortunately, their frenzied moments had made contact with his skin several times. Gash wounds formed upon Tomoya's forearms, wounds that oozed trace amounts of blood.
One foot and a single mistake. Tomoya's body jarred as his ankle landed harshly upon a nerve, sending a jolt of pain up his entire body. His attacker seized this opportunity to spin him around, their elbow secured before his neck. Tomoya, now forced against his attacker's chest, squirmed in a horrified panic. Even as tears pricked his eyes, he could hear the producer's voice. He could hear instructions. It was most likely his brain attempting to save itself, but it was handy nonetheless.
"Lower your hips! Throw them—!"
Tomoya obeyed. His knees bent as he lowered himself below his attacker's hipline, afterwards grasping their forearm and hurtling them over his back. They landed harshly on their tailbone, flopping onto the icy ground limply with a brief groan of pain. Meanwhile, Tomoya dusted himself off with a heavy huff. His breath rose in the air before his lips. Even if he survived, he was still terrified. Such an occurrence was new to him— and he didn't want to ever become accustomed to it.
"Hey! TOMOOO!"
Upon hearing the familiar voice of the producer, Tomoya swerved on his heels. There he was, the staggering producer. He tackled Tomoya into a tight hug. Tomoya, still shaken, offered him a brief hug back. The producer then cupped the boy's face, inspecting him for injuries. As soon as he noticed the cut on his lips, the producer peeked over Tomoya's shoulder.
"...you did that?" Asked he. Tomoya nodded his head. "I'm sorry. I know I wasn't supposed to hurt them—" The producer hoisted Tomoya into his arms, jumping about excitedly. "Yes! I'm so proud of you!" He yelled over the icy wind. Although confused, all Tomoya wanted to do was lie down and rest. His heart was thundering in his chest, giving his entire body a mild tremor. The producer seemed livid. As soon as he placed Tomoya down, he stalked towards the injured attacker.
He snatched the person by the collar of their neat suit, tugging them off of the ground with absolutely zero effort. He held their body midair, listening intently to their pleas for mercy. He shot them a barbed glare before turning his head to locate Tomoya. "Great job~!" Said the overexcited producer. Tomoya awkwardly snickered. "Th-thank you. It was pure luck, though. If it were anyone stronger, and you had been later—" "Shh," the producer said as his palm met Tomoya's head. "Great job, little one. You're strong." He threw the terrified attacker over his shoulder before showing the Ra*bits member a toothy grin. Tomoya smiled hesitantly in return. "Mr. Producer.. I copied everything that you taught me. Thank you." He offered the producer his hands.
All the producer could do was show him a massive smile and accept the little one's hands in his free hand. "Of course. You learned a lot. Haha, I'm proud of you." He ruffled the boy's dusty blond hair. The attacker groaned(which was immediately silenced by a vicious stare from the producer).
"I already contacted Nazuna. He'll be here soon. I'll be taking this dipshit where they belong." Grumbled the livid producer. Tomoya nodded his head slowly. "...okay. Don't hurt them, please." The producer scoffed as he spun around on his heels, departing with a hearty laugh. "No promises!" He called over his shoulder.
Immediately, Tomoya hurried to fill the rest of the Ra*bits in on the situation and its events. Everyone was shocked apart from Nazuna, who had already heard of the news. So, as he was told to, Tomoya stood idle in the shopping district, admiring the night sky above. Not even twenty minutes passed before Nazuna barreled towards him to immediately check his condition.
Apparently, no one knows what happened to the attacker that night. They were apparently never heard from again. Maybe Mama knows something more.
