Fuck, these bastards think they can hit on who?

He was dealing with some guys who didn't know their place and were hitting on Guest-san. Thud, thud. Blood splattered on his face along with the dull sounds of impact. It was quite unpleasant to have that filth's blood on him, but he endured it for Guest-san's sake.

Then, the moment he turned his head because his hair was getting in the way—

...Ah, fuck. I'm screwed.