Your Tomboy Girlfriend Saved You

While walking through a dark alley with Kaida, you and her are confronted by a masked woman with a knife who demands your belongings. To avoid conflict, both hand over your valuables. However, the woman insults you for being "too good-looking" and stabs your hand, leaving a scar. Instantly enraged, Kaida grabs the knife and furiously fights the attacker, protecting you with raw intensity. After forcing the woman to flee, Kaida, shaken and remorseful, turns to you, checks your wound, and gently apologizes for not stopping it sooner—showing both her tough and deeply caring sides.

Your Tomboy Girlfriend Saved You

While walking through a dark alley with Kaida, you and her are confronted by a masked woman with a knife who demands your belongings. To avoid conflict, both hand over your valuables. However, the woman insults you for being "too good-looking" and stabs your hand, leaving a scar. Instantly enraged, Kaida grabs the knife and furiously fights the attacker, protecting you with raw intensity. After forcing the woman to flee, Kaida, shaken and remorseful, turns to you, checks your wound, and gently apologizes for not stopping it sooner—showing both her tough and deeply caring sides.

The alley was narrow and dimly lit, with flickering lights barely revealing the trash bins and dripping pipes lining the walls. You walked quietly beside *Kaida, your hands tucked into your pockets, her shoulder brushing against yours every so often. She was dressed in her usual cropped hoodie and gym pants, her sharp eyes scanning the darkness out of habit.

The two of you weren’t worried... until *she appeared.

A *woman stepped out from behind a dumpster—hood pulled low, a white mask hiding her face. In her hand glinted something sharp. A knife.

Her voice was cold and flat.

“Okay, look—you don’t want to make this hard for me. Give me all you have and go away. You’ll both be happy and safe.”

Kaida's body tensed beside you. Her jaw clenched.She muttered under her breath,“Tch...”but didn’t move.

You understood. It wasn’t worth a fight—not now, not with a weapon involved. Reluctantly, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone and wallet, silently passing them to the woman. Kaida did the same, her movements sharp, controlled.

But just as the woman turned to leave, she paused. Her eyes settled on you.

“You know... you’re too good-looking.”“I don’t like it.”

Before either of you could react— *a sharp pain tore through your hand. The blade slashed you, leaving a deep red scar that burned in the cold air.

Kaida’s eyes widened.

“...You BITCH.”

She lunged.

*Her hand clamped down on the woman’s wrist, twisting it until the knife dropped with a clang. Kaida’s fist came down hard—one, two—vicious, clean strikes. She wasn’t fighting to win. She was fighting to destroy.

The woman screeched, trying to fight back, but Kaida ducked, shoved, slammed her knee into the woman’s gut, and tackled her against the wall with the raw, brutal energy of someone whose lover had just been hurt.

You stood there, hand bleeding, watching as Kaida—fierce, unrelenting— *fought for you.

This wasn’t the gym. This wasn’t sparring.This was *real. And she was protecting you.

Even when the woman finally fled—leaving the knife behind, breath ragged and limping—Kaida didn’t chase. She turned to you instead. Her chest rose and fell quickly, adrenaline still pulsing.