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jinxedperfection:

KBTBB guys comforting MC when she gets harassed on the internet

Swearing warning because Vanessa is fucking pissed off.
This is my way of saying something about the drama.

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Prologue: 
I’m not trying to hurt anyone.
You stare down at your laptop with blank eyes, the words on the screen blurring into a mess of liquid pain.
Why is my opinion wrong?
A quiet sniff escapes you and you try to move your stiffened fingers across the keyboard.
Why is it illegal to like a particular character?
Why are other people policing my thoughts?
You scroll through your blog silently, feeling wet trails run down your cheeks.
I just like this character!
I’m not abusing people!
I’m not telling people to abuse others! 
Why is my opinion wrong?
You tip your head back from the screen, a choked sob seeping through your gritted jaw. You didn’t know where all this hate came from. You didn’t know what people were so eager to try and crush you because of a single, 2D, pixel character that you happened to like. You didn’t know how people could be so cruel.
Yes, you were behind a blog.
But don’t they realize I’m human?
Why do my feelings not matter?
You slam the top of the laptop down and break into tears.

Soryu:
He sits down beside you without a word.
“What happened?”
You shake your head helplessly and continue in your misery.
He reaches out and tries to take the laptop from you, and you cling onto it with cold fingers.
“______________.”
“Soryu… I…”
“…”
His presence was ever-silent, yet you felt the inquiring gaze pierce into your mind. You raise your head slowly and look at him. His expression was severe, one hand on his hip where the holster rested, as if he would shoot anything – even the laptop – as soon as you spoke.
“Soryu…”
Your tears overcome your self control and you spill the truth to your boyfriend. The way people decided to hate your favourite character, the way you tried to explain that it was your choice to like them, and the way they instantly turned on you for trying to have an opinion.
The gun came out, and you cling to Soryu’s arm worriedly.
“They’re all on the internet, you won’t find them!” You cry out. “And Soryu, you’re not going to hurt them! They’re only stating their own opinion, one shouldn’t be hurt for stating their opinion!”
“If your opinion means attacking another and making them feel like shit, then you shouldn’t fucking have one.” Soryu snarled under his breath as he shakily returned his gun to the holster. How could someone be so cruel to you, his kind and good-natured woman, who never meant to hurt people with just a choice of a favourite character. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you against his chest.
“It’s just… It’s just hurtful.” You whimper against his shoulder. “I didn’t hurt anyone… Why do they want to hurt me for just a character?”
Soryu didn’t know how to reply. Releasing you from his embrace, he stroked the tears away from your cheek.
“It’s okay. Ignore them.”
You chew your lip sadly and gaze into his dark, earnest eyes.
“It’s okay. I promise.”
He embraces you again and holds you close until your shoulders stopped jolting with sobs. Your arms wind around him.
“Soryu…”
“You can love any character you want.” He stated quietly against your ear. “I won’t judge you.”

Baba:
“What’s the matter, my princess?”
He slides onto the couch beside you and takes your hands in his. The contrast of temperature was jarring, and Baba looked at you with concern.
“You’re so cold, my lady. What happened?”
“I…”
Baba’s arm guided you towards him and embraced you.
“If you don’t want to talk, it’s alright too.”
“If… If I like a character… it’s okay, right?”
“Of course, why do you ask?” Baba smiled gently.
“Even if they’re a mean character?”
“Of course! They’re just a character!” Baba brushed your hair back away from your face and pressed the tears away from your cheek lightly. “That company even made an entire movie featuring the witch and everyone loved it even though she cursed a little girl to hurt herself and die!”
“It was Maleficent.” You manage to say through your crushed state.
“Exactly! See, even my sweet lady knows it! There’s nothing wrong in loving a character other people may hate.”
“They’re saying that I am horrible for liking a mean character. I just… I don’t see how it even concerns them… Why do they have to keep insulting me!?”
“Don’t worry your pretty little mind over that stuff.” Baba kissed your forehead. “It’s just a bunch of people being inconsiderate. You can love whatever character you love, and no one can judge you for it.”
“But they are judging!” More tears spill along our cheeks, and Baba kindly brushes those away as well.
“Oh, ____________, don’t mind them and their desperate attempts to cause damage.” He smiled slightly. “Would you stop loving me if people said you were horrible for loving a thief?”
“Baba!” Your eyes widened. “Never!”
“See?” He kissed your lips fleetingly and touched his forehead to yours. “My lady, you go ahead and appreciate whatever your heart enjoys. Who cares what others say? Our Sor is a mafia member, but he never hurts a woman or child, never does more damage than self defence. Eisuke is demanding and controlling, but he’s the best older brother out there and the most caring. Look at Ota! He’s two-faced and rudely blunt, but he never does anything to hurt. And Mamo, old pal, he’s just lazy, and doesn’t care about what other people insult him with because he knows what he’s capable of. ___________, what you enjoy doesn’t define you as a moral or immoral. What you do does.” He kissed you again.
“Thank you, Baba.” You say softly, and lean into him.
“Anything to make you feel better, my princess.”

Eisuke:
“Why are you crying?”
Your boyfriend stands beside you, arms crossed and frowning.
You refuse to answer and try to hastily wipe away your tears with your hands. He sighs and sits down beside you, offering you the silk handkerchief that usually sits in his suit pocket. You didn’t take it. He reaches out and awkwardly dabs at your eyes, and then stuffs the handkerchief into your icy hands.
“What happened?”
You sniffed hard and forced yourself to meet his stern gaze.
“You know… that character I like?” You pause and he nods. “And my blog?”
“Mhm.”
“People are telling me that I’m terrible.” Your voice comes out in a tiny whimper. “Because I like him.”
“Say again?”
“They say he’s a horrible character and I’m horrible for liking him.” You feel a fresh wave of tears coming on and grip the handkerchief tightly in your hands. “And I tried to say that it was just my opinion and they-“
“They fucking said what?”
“They said I’m just an attention whore and that I deserve to be hated cause that’s the attention I wanted.”
You bow your head again, your heart painfully twisting in your chest.
Eisuke grabs the laptop in your lap and forcibly wrenches it over to him. He opens it up.
“Fuck these haters. Fuck this, you hear me? You fucking ignore them!” Eisuke roared at the screen, fingers flying across the keyboard.
“Eisuke! What are you doing?”
“Reporting these motherfuckers.” He said angrily. “You find a harassing motherfucker? You report their pathetic asses. If they can’t respect someone’s opinion and feel that they’re entitled to bully, you report their shit.” Eisuke slammed the laptop closed with a burning rage.
How dare they hurt his woman.
“There.” He spat out the word wrathfully, yet he turned to you with gentle eyes. “You won’t have to deal with that anymore.” Those words were warm and kind. You scoot over to him and snuggle appreciatively into his arms.
“Thank you, Eisuke.”
“You don’t have to feel bad about their inability to accept.” Eisuke stroked your hair with a hand. “No one gets to bash on my woman like this.”

Ota:
Your boyfriend heard your sobs from the other room, and came down the hall to you.
“What’s the matter, ____________?”
He stared at your broken expression for a moment, and gave you a wide, angelic smile.
“Come here, Koro. I’ll comfort you.” He sits down and pulls you onto his lap. You curl into his arms and Ota embraces you tightly. He kisses you on the cheek lightly. “Why are you so sad, Koro?”
He kept his voice and expression as upbeat as he could, observing you intently.
“Am I a bitch?”
“What?!” Ota frowns and tries to lighten the situation. “That’s a rude way of introducing yourself as Koro.”
“Ota…”
“No, you’re not a bitch.” He wipes away your tears with his thumb.  
“People say that I’m terrible for liking this character.”
“I don’t even need to know who the character is to know that they’re being ridiculous.” Ota stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers. “You don’t need a reason to like someone. It’s not up to them to judge what’s right and wrong for your liking.”
“They make it so hurtful…” You whine and hug him, hiding your blotchy, tearful face away from him.
“I know…” He pets your back tenderly, his words soft upon your ear. “I know how it feels being insulted by people who don’t even know the whole story.’
“Ota…” You muffle your words into his scent, finding comfort in your boyfriend’s arms.
“I know how it feels, ___________. Just ignore them. Don’t let them dampen your spirit.” Ota’s hands petted your back, the pattern soothing the pain in your heart. “No one has any right to hurt you with their words, because of something they think you are. Ignore them, cut them out of your life, don’t dwell over it.”
Ota remembered the days where he drowned under others’ hateful opinions, desperate for a breath of air that no one cared to breathe.
Just because one was at a distance, perhaps behind a blog or famous, didn’t mean they weren’t human or harboured feelings.
It didn’t mean they couldn’t be hurt.
He clutched you closer.
“I got you.” Ota kissed your temple. “Silly Koro. It will be okay. They are not deserving of your thoughts.”

Mamoru:
Your boyfriend saunters into the room, enjoying his day off, and slumps into the couch beside you. He seemed unaware of your anguish and wrapped an arm around your waist.
“Sweetheart, didn’t you say you wanted to go out today?”
“Y-Yeah.” You manage to reply in a halfhearted gasp between sobs, and Mamoru sits up on the cushions.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He eyed your laptop suspiciously. “Were you watching those sappy dramas again, kid?” He chuckled and stroked your hair with his hand, combing the strands adoringly. “What was it this time, a bitchy and unaccepting woman that ruins a love story?”
“Mamo!” You cry harder and burrow into his embrace, suffocating the pain in your heart into the smoke tinged jacket.
“It’s okay, kid, come on, speak up. What’s wrong?”
“I just… People say I’m horrible.” You cling to him, shoulders shaking as tears dampened his shirt. “They don’t even know who I am, Mamo! And they just say I’m despicable for liking a villain character.” You look up at him with tearful eyes. “He’s really well written, that’s it! It doesn’t even hurt anyone to like a villainous character!”
“Pffft, that’s all they based it on?” Mamoru narrowed his eyes as he put his arms around you. “That’s fucking pathetic. You don’t bother with them, kid.”
“I know… It’s just… It’s hurtful.” You lay your cheek on his shoulder and try to relax in his presence. Mamoru kissed the top of your head.
“They don’t know shit, sweetheart. You’re wonderful.” He kissed you again. “Don’t be upset over their foul mouth. They can go fuck themselves.”
“I… I know…. But it’s so hard.” You stammer. “It’s so hard… they hate me. They insult me… because I like a character! Because I state my own opinion and it’s apparently the WRONG opinion!” You wail out your thoughts and suddenly feel very self aware. You bite down on your bottom lip.
Mamoru smoothes a finger over your lip, easing your teeth off.
“Come on, kid, it’s not wrong to have an opinion of your own!”
“But they won’t let me have it…”
“Then they don’t fucking deserve ya, ya hear me?” Mamoru said gruffly, pulling you closer to him. “Don’t fucking bother with them if they’re so toxic to your life. It’s just the internet, block ‘em.”
He noticed that you still looked uncertain, and patted your head.
“Listen kid. Any opinion is valid as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else. Yours about a character is good. Theirs about hating you is wrong. Got it?”

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Thank you for the read.
Hope you enjoyed.

This is my opinion on the issue, just like how I made a head canon about Plagiarism and the Kik incident.
Agree, cool.
Disagree, cool.