Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Harvard was beaten up on the ground. Everyone else at home had gone to work or school.

“Who are you…!” He was shocked and terrified.

Blake smirked, raising his eyebrows. “You got quite a bit of traction off me, I thought you’d recognize me.”

It was only then that Harvard realized that it was Blake. Yes, that was the guy he’d been editing videos of!

“Y-you… It’s illegal to beat people up!” He said in a panic.

Blake thought to himself, Oh, that’s fine. You aren’t scared of anything, why should I be?

A strange fear crept into Harvard’s chest from the sight of Blake’s stance, and his lip began to tremble. “D-don’t go too far! There are cameras around…”

Just as he had finished speaking, he saw a familiar figure walking over. It was his landlord!

Harvard cried out, “Help! Madam, I’m being attacked!”

Gemma had a mug of tea in her hands, and took a hearty sip. “Aah~ tea in the summer really is the best!”

Harvard was speechless.

To think that she was in the mood for tea!

are the

speaking, she walked right by as if she

was baffled by

The cameras… were down?

a hand. “Come on, bring him inside. We’ll

going to shout, when one of the men wearing a black shirt made a

could not

door closed, and Harvard lost all

in black t-shirts and Blake were all crowded in a tiny rented room, making it a bit

Blake raised his head.

Harvard’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’re nice. We won’t make

Was… was he going to

one of the men in black put on gloves and fetched a chopping

one held his hand

enjoy cutting off your own fingers, don’t

you won’t be able to

why the first thought that came

identity as a disabled person to get some clicks. He could profit on sympathy, that

caught his eye and distracted him. The man in

speed of light. The knife

Blake was. If he were

just scaring

ground again

at him