bar-ney

1.  14 years old Touko had always been a little uneasy, a little dubious of men. Touya knew that. He knew it better than anyone, even more than Cheren or Bianca ever would; so when he saw a group of upperclassmen cornering her, alarm bells immediately rang off in his head. “Hey!” he shouted, “What do you think you’re doing?” This earned the group of boys several wary looks from pedestrians walking by. They scowled in Touya’s direction, but obviously knew better, scampering away from the scene. “Could’ve handled them,” pale blue eyes met deep brown ones, barely masking the fright she&rs