The golden translucent form of a chain formed in Minato's hand as Stalin warped towards Faith. Minato's eyes were blazing with fury and determination; he needed to stop Stalin, interrupt him, protect Faith at all costs. He'd let his guard down, but he wasn't done, not yet, not by a long shot. Even without Tsukasa's exosuit, he could still do something. His mind flashed into overdrive, the chain a half-formed fetter from somewhere, Minato hadn't quite processed where or what, but it was something. He flicked his wrist with a roar, reaching out towards Faith, the chain rushing towards Stalin to coil around their last vestiges.
Then Faith was stripped completely naked. The chain stopped in midair, completely straight and rigid for a moment, before fading and crumbling to bits, the show of willpower that had created it completely halted in its tracks.
Faith Tatsumaki was a very beautiful girl in Minato Kumon's eyes. Not that Minato was particularly demanding when it came to looks; slim or large, flat or busty, tall or short, brunette or blonde, Minato was a man who appreciated all women of all shapes and sizes. Besides, he wasn't looking for soemthing in their appearance, but he was looking for a nice girl; a girl he could get on with, so to speak. Not someone digging for the Kumon fortune, nor someone only with him for his looks; someone who liked Minato for who he was. However, he did realise it wasn't exactly easy to find a girl like that, not at his age; most girls (hell, most people) had to learn the lesson that decent people made for better partners than exciting or charming ones. Faith wasn't the most exciting or the most seductive girl, given the circumstances, but she seemed decent enough, kind enough for Minato. She seemed to like him because not because he was Minato Kumon, rich heir to the Kumon family, or because he was hot, but because he was Minato. And that was why Minato liked her. She was, very simply, a decent person. (Forgetting the matter of Noriko for the moment; Minato's feelings towards her were, though not as hostile as hers towards him, still a little conflicted).
That wasn't to say Minato couldn't appreciate the looks of a girl, though. Far from it. He'd gotten in trouble a few times with the ladies for that.
And Faith's looks were, by far, absolutely stupendous.
Minato's eyes drank in the view of Faith's perfect body; her pale, soft skin, her curvy body, her bountiful bosom, her shimmering blonde hair and more besides, more that he'd be focusing on for weeks. For a brief moment, Minato was stunned. She was utterly gorgeous. If this had been better circumstances, Minato could stand here all day, admiring the view. Faith really was beautiful.
Then a reminder that these were not better circumstances came, when the tentacles appeared (and were eliminated), and Faith collapsed in a crying heap.
Minato felt ashamed, briefly, and thankful that his helmet was still on, but right now, Faith was a priority. Noriko seemed fine for the moment, he could catch up with her later. Right now, Faith needed him more. Noriko could be mad at him all she wanted, but Minato would be damned if he let someone sit here, shamed for all the world to see, because he didn't want to upset his friend.
The boy slides towards her, scooping her up in a gentle hug, as gentle as he can manage, letting her use him as something to cry against, all the while shielding her from the prying eyes of the others with his body. He says nothing, does nothing but provide her with protection and contact, and sits there to let her have something to hang on to, while the shock of the day wore off.