Chapter 42
Everyone looked straight to Yuki, some laughing at his remark. Yuki exhaled, wading off the guy as soon as he spotted a small space he could squish himself in between the rod and the edge of the seat.
To him it was better than picking up a fight with this hooligan. "You can have the seat." Yuki murmured, holding the bag by the not so torn part of the handle and making his way to his seat, however, the calmness Yuki had only infuriated him the more.
"You think you’re cool just by ignoring me?" the guy growled, breathing sharply. He had a strong cigarette and marijuana scent from his mouth causing Yuki to squeeze his nose inwards.
Yuki wasn’t given time to think nor could answer—or even blink— as he felt a sturdy thug on his shoulders. He was yanked backward by the collar of his shirt, stumbling slightly as his spine hit the man’s chest.
Yuki’s heart thudded. ’Shit.’ Yuki choked on his words, his neck tightening alongside while his limbs were lifted from the ground just by a simple grab on his collar.
They were eye to eye now.
Close.
Too close.
Yuki finally grasped the man’s facial appearance now. The guy was slightly taller, bulkier, with the kind of look that said ’I start fights because I’m bored.’ He jabbed at Yuki’s cheeks, and then burst into laughter. "You are definitely a mummy’s boy, aren’t you?"
"Mister who ever you are, I’m not trying to a fight with you. If you would just let me down, you can have the seat I don’t give a shit again—"
"Because you are scared to fight me huh?"
Before Yuki could blink, a heavy fist slammed straight into the bridge of his nose. Pain exploded through his skull like a flashbang. His head whipped back, that moment all he saw was darkness with a strip of blood. Blood gushed instantly down from his nose to his jaw.