Ruine’s clenched fist tore through the air, aiming straight for the deviant’s face.

"Hee-hee-hihh..."

He wanted to cave in that disgusting face—the one smirking lecherously while ogling his lower body.

"Don’t split open. I’ll make sure to grind your damn face into the dirt."

If there was one thing Ruine and Ricardo had in common, despite their stark differences, it was their mutual hatred for perverts.

— Mr. Algae-Brain.
— What?
— Don’t stand next to me.
— ...Why the hell are you picking a fight?
— I hate it when men get too close. And even more when it’s a plant.
— ...Why are you freaking out over my hair? I hate sitting next to guys too, you know.

Liking the same sex wasn’t a crime. By strict imperial law, homosexuality was technically illegal, but love was love—people couldn’t be judged for whom they liked.