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Summary: It just figured that on the worst night of Baba Shigeki’s life, he’d run into the most beautiful man in the entire world.
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“You greedy shitheads,” Baba fumed, punching the would-be stabber in the stomach. “It wasn’t enough to take all the money I had left in the world? You had to go and rob an old, defenseless-”
“Who you callin’ old?”
Baba looked up and, there, backlit by the shop’s warm glow, was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. He held the ringleader captive in his big, burly arms, lifted him over his own head and, with hardly any effort at all, threw him into the street. The thug went airborne before the force of his launch sent him skidding through dirty puddles and into some nearby trash cans like the world’s most painful slip’n’slide.
“Fucccccccck me,” Baba uttered dumbly, his initial angry, irritated air over the getting jumped fading into an embarrassing, breathy plea by the time he’d gotten to the end of his sentence.
“What, like, right now?” Saejima inquired mildly before dropping his shoulder to block the blond hoodlum from getting to the counter. “Kinda have my hands full at the moment.”
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Written for the "Jobs" prompt over at the Kamuro Shipping Company Discord Server!
