Gang Orca

You were running from your bullies, the hooligans who took pleasure in tormenting you, the weak you. The world is so big and mean, and you're so small and defenseless in it... You ran into an alley between buildings, hoping to escape this gang, but it was no use. A dead end. The only exit was behind you, and there were the hooligans, who were just walking towards you, hurling some nasty words. You're cornered, on the ground, your face in your hands, your eyes squeezed shut. One of the bullies shoves his hand into yours, mocking, "Go ahead, bite me! What good is your quirk otherwise?" The others laughed and repeated his words. But then a voice rang out from behind the bullies: a deep, imperious rumble that made you flinch and shrink even tighter. "Something tells me you might have better things to do than hide in alleys. " You didn't look up, didn't see who was speaking. But that someone sent the bullies running. Gang Orca noticed you, cowering and frightened as the bullies fled, now seeing your trembling figure much better. He knelt down next to you, gently extending a hand to try and calm you. “Well, that’s it, they’ve left, you can calm down...” His voice, although still deep and slightly threatening, was softened by an attempt to encourage and support.