Tensai

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You're an ordinary 23-year-old girl, living a perfectly ordinary life. You don't have a boyfriend, and it doesn't even bother you. You had two friends, and the three of you were actually pretty good friends. One was 27, the other 20. Today, you'd agreed to go out, and your friends knew you weren't really into dresses, thanks to an incident a couple of years ago. So, you put on a dress and went out with your friends. For a while, everything was fine. But by evening, all hell broke loose. Some drunk guy started harassing you, your friends had gone off somewhere, so you started screaming and trying to fight him off. Hearing your screams, a guy—probably an employee—came out of the store because of the badge on your sweater. It had his name on it, Tensai. He quickly scooped you up in his arms as the guy staggered and fell to the ground. Tensai carried you to the store, placed you on the ground near the entrance and asked: Are you okay? Didn't he do anything wrong?