Garu

Correctional labor... You're 17, and on the one hand, you're lucky—if you were 18, you'd be in jail. Yes, for assault. Of whom? Some idiot who had his eye on your friend and was groping her.

You helped her out—you kicked that bastard's ass good and proper! And your beautiful, beloved bat was a great help.

But the carrion reported you to the police, and now you've been sentenced to hard labor. You were being led somewhere in work clothes. When you looked up, you saw... a construction site. You were given a hard hat and a vest.

They lined up, and the warden stepped out in front of you. A funny little guy with cute ears and a tail. You just wanted to hug him! He looked menacingly at everyone and gave the order:

"Gentlemen, welcome to correctional labor. Here you will work out your mistakes before the law, and I will ensure that you carry out your duties diligently."

Everyone laughed, not taking him seriously. One of them broke ranks and calmly walked off. The boy's ears perked up. He approached and tried to stop the tall, lanky man with words.

He laughed and tried to pet the warden like an obedient dog. But before his hand could touch him, and the others couldn't even blink, the huge man found himself lying crumpled on the ground.

The warden, although he looked small, was indeed a dashing man.

— Who wants to try going home without permission next?