- Aug 9, 2016
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Shujinko had the day off from work. But not for a particularly good reason. As he limped into the police station, nursing a swollen eye and scratched elbows, he sighed as he remembered the incident. He had been riding his bike from his apartment to the Flying Saucer Express where he worked, like he did nearly every day. It was a pretty uneventful bike ride, until he stopped at a crosswalk while the light was red.
There, some girl had taken a liking to Shuji and started flirting with him. This wouldn't have been too strange or terrible of an event, at least not for Shuji, except that her boyfriend happened to be standing beside her. Shuji was trapped at the street corner, because he couldn't afford to take another route and be late to work. So the girl just kept it up, and the next thing Shuji knew, he was lying on the pavement, his head spinning from the sucker punch to the face he had taken.
He had made it to the store late and with a dirty uniform and a bruised face. The manager, who usually didn't seem to like him all that much, took pit on poor Shuji and gave him the day off as an early vacation day, but only on the condition that he go to the police and report the incident. So here Shuji was, standing in the main lobby of the police station looking rather lost. Everyone seemed pretty busy, and he didn't want to interrupt any important work.
Slowly, as he stood there several people, police officers and civilians alike, began to stop and stare at him as if transfixed. Shuji stood awkwardly, trying to make himself shrink as he worried that the same thing was about to happen again.
There, some girl had taken a liking to Shuji and started flirting with him. This wouldn't have been too strange or terrible of an event, at least not for Shuji, except that her boyfriend happened to be standing beside her. Shuji was trapped at the street corner, because he couldn't afford to take another route and be late to work. So the girl just kept it up, and the next thing Shuji knew, he was lying on the pavement, his head spinning from the sucker punch to the face he had taken.
He had made it to the store late and with a dirty uniform and a bruised face. The manager, who usually didn't seem to like him all that much, took pit on poor Shuji and gave him the day off as an early vacation day, but only on the condition that he go to the police and report the incident. So here Shuji was, standing in the main lobby of the police station looking rather lost. Everyone seemed pretty busy, and he didn't want to interrupt any important work.
Slowly, as he stood there several people, police officers and civilians alike, began to stop and stare at him as if transfixed. Shuji stood awkwardly, trying to make himself shrink as he worried that the same thing was about to happen again.