"Hey ladies, want to hang?" A stereotypical thug says as he approaches a cafe table with a trio of middle school girls.
"Yeah, how about some karaoke?" his friend slurs.
"We're busy, sorry." A girl says nervously.
"Don't be like that, it'll be fun." The first thug says, putting his hands on a girl's shoulder.
"Let's go." one girls says, standing quickly.
"Not so fast, we're talking." the second thug growls, grabbing the other two girls.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave them alone." A familiar voice says as a firm hand grabs the first thugs shoulder.
"And who do you think you are?" The thug replies indignantly as he turns around, brushing off the offending hand.
"Well, since you asked." a near shirtless hero says, walking towards an empty table with an enormous gun. "I am Red Riot, the Heavy weapons hero, and this," He says as he places his weapon on the table, "is my weapon."
"That's nice." one of the girls say as they distance themselves from the distracted thugs.
"She weighs one-hundred fifty kilograms and fires two hundred dollar custom tooled cartridges and ten thousand rounds per minute." Kirishima continues, ignoring the distraction. "It cost four-hundred thousand dollars to fire this weapon for twelve seconds."
"And you're going to fire that at us!" the thugs shout, making moves to run for it, but Kirishima merely begins laughing.
"We should get out of here bro." A thug says, but Kirishima notices something on his weapon.
"Oh my god, who touched Sakura? Who touched my gun!" Kirishima shouts, glaring at the thugs, who fall on their backsides and scramble away denying guilt.
"Thanks for the help Red Riot sir." A girl says as she bows to the now placated Kirishima.
"Your acting is impressive." another girl says.
"Wait a minute!" one of the thugs says as he recovers from Kirishima's glare. "Guns are illegal in Japan."
"Yeah, there's no way that's real." The other thug claims as they get up and begin approaching the group again.
"What are we going to do!" a girl panics, looking to Kirishima.
"Some people think they can outsmart me." Kirishima says calmly, before pulling out a bullet and examining it. "Maybe, Maybe."
"Yeah, get out of here nerd!" A thug shouts, before losing his nerve as Kirishima makes eye contact again.
"I have yet to meet one that can outsmart bullet." Kirishima claims with a smile before standing up and revving his weapon.
"Run!" A thug claims sprinting for the nearest alley as a hail of gunfire erupts from Sakura, breaking signs and damaging walls.
As the thugs flee though the alley in tears they hear one last taunt. "Waaa! Waah! HAHAHAHAHA! Cry some more!"
"Cry some more." Kirishima says with a smirk as he revs down.
AN: I was watching a stereotypical scene like this and this just came to me, completely out of nowhere. Hopefully it's enough of a fix for now, while I don't often get ideas for this, I will update more often than TF2 does.