"I'll protect you, chub,"
"How are you going to protect me? You look like an easy target yourself! Take care of yourself! And stop calling me chub!"
"Thud thud thud!" What appeared before them was a small figure clad in full armor, face hidden beneath a helmet.
"How about now?" The soft voice came from within the armor, "Doesn't look so easy to bully now, does it?"
...
Knocked to the ground once again.
The group of kids, having got what they wanted, strutted away triumphantly.
He had grown used to it, and simply lay there unmoving. If it weren't for the pain, he could have slept right there.
But she seemed unable to get used to it, laying beside him and complaining bitterly, "Why aren't they afraid of me?"
"The moment you open your mouth, everyone knows it's you, you little wretch!" he said irritably, "It's really stupid."
"Oh..." She seemed a bit hurt, but quickly adjusted, "Then I won't talk to anyone else in the future."
"Would it be better if I didn't talk?" she asked.
