"Who do you think you are, huh?" the man spat, gripping on to his shirt's collar as the four other accomplice laughes behind, spitting out insult after insults towards the young boy.

The boy only smirked and chuckled at them, making the older's blood boil in anger. "Oh trust me, you don't wanna know." a fist immediately collided with his face as soon as those words left his mouth and soon he found himself lying on the cold concrete in which he just laughed, not feeling any pain at all.

"What's so funny, kid?" The man asked, pouring his afternoon coffee onto the younger's plain white shirt that he treasures so much. This made the latter stop from laughing and look up and locked eyes with the man.

The smirk that was playing on his lips vanished and was now replaced by a scowl as he glared up to the man responsible for his now ruined shirt. "This is my favorite shirt." He stated, shooting daggers at the five men laughing in front of him. It was a gift from his older sister on his 12th birthday and by far, it was the most comfortable clothing he's ever had, and just for an to ruin it is truly unacceptable.

"Do we look like we ing care, kid?"

The boy slowly stood up from the ground, dusting himself off before he lazily gazed at the five men in front of him who continued to laugh and make fun of him. Once again, a smirk made its way to his lips, tasting the bitter taste of his own blood d