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Laughing, pushing, rude words.
Olli found himself pushed to the ground, sketchbooks, pencils, everything landing in the dust, scattered all around him.
He didn't look up only hurried to collect his belongings again. They were still laughing, still pushing him around, some of the stepping on his stuff on purpose, some kicking after him.
His knee hurt, probably having hit a stone or something like that. Just another bruise, or maybe a little scar if the sharp edge had cut deep enough.
“Get lost! Go away, dickheads.”
Olli still didn't look up, too busy saving his drawings and the few pencils he had left at this point.
“Or what, bitch? Judging from your looks the only thing you can do is suck dicks.”
Olli heard the sound of skin hitting skin, followed by a pained groan. But for once he wasn't the one getting punched.
“Stupid slut! My nose, you broke my fucking nose!”
It seemed to be enough, the laughter died and the few guys around him started to hurry away from the sound of it. All his drawing utensils got scattered all over again when someone halfway tripped over him while walking away.
Olli could hear the clacking of heels on the cobblestone of the street. Black patent leather boots came to a halt only inches away from him before the person crouched down.
“Here, let me help you.”
Olli heard a soft voice and wanted to protest, not wanting help, he was sure the lady had better things to do than helping him collect his stuff from the dusty sidewalk.
“That's not–” Olli stopped the moment he looked up and saw the face of the stranger. It wasn't a woman but rather a young man. Black strands of slightly curly, shoulder-length hair falling into his face.
“Yes, it is,” the stranger smiled, grabbing the two sketchbooks and the pencils he could reach.
Olli let him, too stunned to stop him again. He hurried to collect some of the things as well before straightening again, taking a quick look at his knee to see how bad it was.
“I think that should be everything?” The black-haired man said, giving the drawing utensils back to Olli.
“Y-yes, thank you, that…that was really kind of you…” Olli mumbled nodding, only now taking a moment to look at the person in front of him properly.
The black heels, skin, lots of naked skin, a flowy, short, black skirt just barely reaching the top of the stranger's knees.
Olli's gaze traveled further. The black shirt the man was wearing was loose but mostly sheer, ripped in some places and not quite long enough to cover his whole body, a hint of his pale, soft-looking skin poking out on his stomach, right above the waistline of the skirt.
Olli blinked, realizing he was practically staring at that dude. He tore his gaze away, looking at the guy's face again to find a soft but slightly teasing smile.
“Like what you see?”