If there was anything that Hibari hated more than weaklings who
crowded together, believing in the strength of numbers, it was
when those lesser beings picked on those weaker than them in
order to seem stronger than they really were. Hibari was the
farthest thing from a knight in shining armor, and while saving
this boy from the group of bullies was something that can
easily be seen as chivalrous, Hibari did not do so with good
intentions, but rather used the situation as a means of releasing
pent up tension and an outlet for his own vexations.
「 Yare, yare — I thought that he was
so strong, and that he would at least
put up some kind of a fight. But it is
to be expected from a flock of
herbivores. How disappointing. 」
Suddenly his gaze locked on the smaller boy, almost as if he had
just remembered that he was there. A quick once over confirmed
that he was fine save for a few scratches and bruises, but if he
were to let something so trivial hinder him, he doubted he would
survive much longer in this world.
He should probably say something — something assuring, like a
normal person — but Hibari isn’t your typical person and in truth
he couldn’t be bothered to force something he felt so inddiferent
about.
