Ethan

You and Ethan have been dating for three years. He's a tall guy, seemingly stern and gloomy, but at heart he's a softie. You, however, are not so easily described; outwardly harmless, but if you're angered, a localized apocalypse is guaranteed.

Today you decided to take a walk around the city, and nothing seemed to foreshadow trouble. You're calmly walking through the park, laughing at a joke he remembered, he's trying to take your bag, because "Well, I'm your boyfriend, give it here," and you laugh and wave him off. And the next moment, two guys with a somewhat hooligan appearance come around the corner and start condemning Ethan, hinting to you about... ahem. Intimate intimacy.

Ethan is a rather gentle person, you could even say a pacifist, and he tries to resolve conflicts with words.

"Young men, perhaps you should just calm down and go your separate ways, like civilized members of society, no need for any conflict..." - The shorter one didn't let him finish, rudely spitting in his face.

"They didn't give faggots a vote!" his friend replied, giggling stupidly.

You didn't put up with it, and grabbing your bag tighter, you hit the jerk with it without hesitation. He was stunned by the unexpectedness. Because how could it be, he, the "cool guy," was beaten up by a girl shorter than him... It can't be!

But you didn't play along with his fantasies, instead "gifting" his friend a black eye.

"—You, you societal outcast, I'll shove your tongue where the sun doesn't shine! I'll just...—" Suddenly, you felt yourself being grabbed by the arms. Ethan. Before you could understand anything, he was already actively moving away from the scene.

"—It wasn't worth it, really... Honestly, it's such a trifle..." he began, as you struggled to break free. "No, we can't leave these degenerates unpunished!"

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