Requested by existereOracle

I had started a story for this request, I had gotten 1000 words done, but my computer dun goofed and it deleted.

Glove clad fingers grip the baseball bat, another hand pushes off of the cement ground. You hop off of the ground, where you had previously been resting. You crack your aching back as you look around. The cold, empty warehouse was devoid of the usual group that you messed with. A few lights were left on, allowing you see the figure walking towards you. It took you a moment to register just who it was.

"Oh, Polypa, you're still here too?" you tilt your head with a grin.

"Yeah," she shrugs, "didn't feel like leaving you here asleep like that."

"Sorry about that," you giggle awkwardly, "I haven't gotten much sleep lately, Matt is currently sick so I've been looking after him."

"It's fine, I had nothing on anyway." She hums.

You chuckle, "alright, let's head off, I need to get home so I can see if Matt's alright."

Polypa nods and you both make your way out of the building. You wave goodbye to Polypa before heading off to your home. You shove on hand in your pocket, the other keeping its grip on the bat. You begin humming to yourself, trying to keep yourself awake just until you got home.

Your humming ceases when you hear a gruff voice speaking just around the corner from you.

"Well, what's a little rich boy like you hanging around these parts for?"

You raise a brow at the comment, you didn't recognise the voice, but by the way they were talking they were definitely from near these parts. You turn the corner to see two tall, kind of buff guys standing in front of a shorter, leaner figure.

"You must have something of value on you?" the first, taller guy snickers.

You contemplate turning the other way and taking another route. But your conscience wouldn't allow this.

"Hello ladies," you interrupt their poor excuse for a robbery, "I haven't seen you around these parts."

All three heads snapped towards you, causing you to smile.

"What do you want?" the shorter assailant snaps.

"Nothing, really," you shrug, "just passing by and saw you two being deviants."

"Says the one with the weapon." The taller one snaps.

"Hey, don't be a smart ass, I see that knife."

As soon as those words escaped your mouth, you knew you had screwed up.

You feel a sharp pain as the shorter figure's knife manages to scratch your face. You swing the bat, hitting him in the stomach which causes him to collapse. That's when the second assailant attacks you, but this one had no knife. You yelp as you get a punch to the face. You feel warm blood gush from your nose. You use your sleeve to wipe your face before swinging at him, getting him in his arm. His too collapses with a pained shriek.

"Let's get out of here." You grunt, grabbing the sleeve of the short figure that had stayed right by the wall.

They tug along behind you for a few hundred metres, but then pulls his arm away. You turn to look at them, raising a brow.

"You're going to get blood on my sweater." He huffs.

"Wow, the fact that you almost got mugged doesn't affect you?"

He just shrugs, continuing to walk. You roll your eyes, following alongside him.

"You know you don't have to follow me around," he groans, "it's weird."

"Well, just so you know," you sigh, "I live down this way so shut it."

Luckily for you, he did cease spouting off like a fountain of irritation. So the two of you just walk down the street in silence, hands in pockets. Your cheek still stung a bit, and your nose was sore and still dripping blood.

"Welp, this is my stop," you hum, "don't get beaten up on your way home."

And without waiting, you headed inside.

As soon as you enter, you hear the excited giggles of your brother. He comes barrelling down the hallway, crashing into you with a hug.

"Hey there buddy, how was school?" you ask casually.

"Good, Har-" he stops talking when he looks up at you, seeing that you were hurt.

"(Y/n), you got into a fight, didn't you? Did you win?"

"I'd like to think so." You shrug.

You sit your baseball bat down by the door and begin to waddle forward, your brother still hugging your waist.

~~~

You smile as you watch your brother chase after the ice-cream truck, money clasped in his waving hand. You decide to take a seat on a nearby bench to wait for him to return. There was already someone sitting on the bench, so you sat down the other end.

You let out a sneeze, "ouch."

Your nose was still sore, although it had been two days since the fight.

"Oh, it's you."

You blink in surprise, looking to your right. There sat the guy that you had met when you fought those two thugs.

"Indeed it is," you chuckle, "quite a coincidence."

"Hey (y/n)," your brother's excited voice causes you to look over at him, "I got one!"

In his hand was a double ice block. Once he reaches you, he plops the change onto your lap. He then sits beside you, his legs swings happily.

"Wow, you sure you can eat both sides all by yourself?" you ask with a smile.

He simply nods, splitting it in half and begins to eat the first half.

Not long after another voice calls out.

"Tagora!"

A young girl about Matt's age comes running up, an ice cream in her hand too. Just as you had ran across the grassed area, another child bumps into her, sending the ice cream flying. This causes the girl to begin crying. She looks over to the kid who had bumped into her, yelling at him.

Just as this occurred, both Tagora and Matt jump to their feet, running over. You watch as Tagora tries to console the young girl to no avail, Matt smiles, holding out one side of his ice block. The girl smiles, taking the ice block.

The three of them begin to walk back towards you, Matt sits back beside you. He and the young girl begin to talk to each other; all the while they happily eat their cold treats.

~~~

"Come on (y/n), you're too slow!" your brother happily calls as he runs along the path.

"Yeah, I'm trying." You laugh.

You had injured yourself last night, twisting your ankle, so now you had a bit of a limp. Unfortunately your brother was going on a playdate with Tirona, Tagora's cousin. And he was very excited to meet his new friend.

"Tirona!" Matt calls out as he reaches the park.

"Hi!" she yells back, running up to meet him.

You grin as you limp over to a nearby picnic table. You sit your bag by your side.

"Hey Tagora." You greet, looking up at the slightly irritated looking man.

"Hi."

"You alright?" you ask, leaning your head on your palm.

"Yes, I just ran out of moisturiser this morning." He huffs.

You chuckle, "that sounds about right."

His head snaps up to look at you, "what does that mean."

"Of course you'd be upset about a lack of moisturiser."

He just glares at you in response.

You glance over at the playground, where Matt and Tirona were climbing around.

"So, what did you do to your leg?" Tagora finally speaks up again.

"Hmm? Oh, got into a fight, my leg go stuck and I was shoved so it screwed my leg up," you shrug, "I've had worse."

"Idiot."

"Oh shut up."

The two of you sit in silence as you keep an eye on the kids.

"Hey Tagora," you begin, "do you want to get coffee sometime?"

You wait for a response, but when you get none, you look back over at Tagora. He was staring at you, mouth gaping like a fish.

"You're gonna catch flies." You laugh.

That causes him to close his mouth. You raise a brow at him, smiling.

"Well, I guess I could find a space in my schedule." He mumbles.

You grin, "great."

~~~

You let out a yawn as you flick through the channels on the TV, bored out of your mind. You find a late night movie and decide to just leave it on. You glance over at the clock to see that it was 10pm.

You hear the door click, causing you to look up. The door swings open, revealing a tired looking Tagora. He looked like he had just been dragged across the office floor.

"Aww, bunny, you look awful." You coo.

His eyes trail over to see you, giving you a defeated look.

"Come here." You open your arms, inviting him to cuddle.

In an instant he's already at the couch, head on your chest and his arms wrapped around you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, one hand gently rubbing his back and the other running through his hair. Usually he'd kill you for touching his hair, but at this point he could barely move. You press a kiss to his forehead, his head bumping up like a cat when he's pet.

When you had first met Tagora, you though he was some weird rich kid that just kept to his studies and judging people. Honestly, you weren't too wrong, but he wasn't as bad as you thought.

But not, three years later, you could definitely say that you don't regret saving him that night.