Sakuragi Hanamichi couldn't remember when exactly he had developed such a strong protective instinct toward women.
Back in middle school, he had confessed his feelings fifty times, and every single girl he confessed to was the gentle, vulnerable type who made you want to shield her from the world. Even though he had struck out fifty times in a row, the habit never changed.
Even now, more than a decade later, he was still the exact same way.
Chapter 138