They circled each other. The crowd was loud, their cheers almost overwhelming him. His experience was the only thing that kept his head straight and his thoughts clear, even as the cheers made his eardrums vibrate.
His call for the black hair wax was a wise choice, as they had been a lot rougher with each other for that match. For the first time, Black was finally getting a good look at Wraths face, as was everyone else with his.
He was younger than he thought, he thought Wrath was going to be in his early twenties, a few years older than him, but to his surprise, Wrath looked like he was around his age. He had black eyes and black hair, but when he was holding Wrath down in a hold, he could tell that Wrath had used black hair wax since he could see brown hair sticking out from the black. But he knew that Wrath was able to tell the same thing about him. It was difficult trying to hide bright blue hair completely with black hair wax.
A wide smile spread across his face, one that Wrath mirrored with a smile of his own. In their tussle, both fighters had their upper garments pulled off, which meant that the both of them were circling each other shirtless, and without anything to cover up their face and hair. Wrath looked like someone you might find on the street, just average enough where you could remember running into them but not enough to give someone an accurate description of him.
Black could only hope that Wrath thought the same of him.
He didn’t bother stomping down that sense of pride welling up in him as he saw the way Wrath was holding himself. Wrath was trying his best to look like he was fine and uninjured, but he could tell that some of his hits were enough to make him unsteady on his feet. There were bruises blooming on Wraths ribs, letting Black know that he had done his job.
“Huh,” Wraths words were breathless, the cheers of the crowd almost overpowered his words but Black could still hear them,” I thought you were older than me, you were always a quiet little shit.” Wrath had a smirk on his face.
Blacks lips curled into a feral smile, he had known Wrath for far too long to take the insult to heart,” I thought you were older than me,” He took a step closer, as did Wrath,” You giant motherfucker.” Now that made a feral smile appear on Wraths face.
The adrenaline and shift in mindset were getting to him, now he was sinking deep into his identity as Black and was ready to finish the fight. Most people would have been scared to fight a man who had at least four inches and 30 pounds on him, but he wasn’t going to back down from him. He just let the feral smile on his face get even bigger.
In the back of his mind, he could hear a quiet voice telling him that he should probably tone it down a little bit since there was a chance his friends could be there. That his friends could be there, watching him as he and Wrath beat each other almost black and blue. But he knew that the more out of character he acted, the less likely it would be that his friends would connect his identities. There was a vast difference between the black-haired and black-eyed, foul-mouthed fighter that was known as Black, and the quiet, polite, blue-haired with eyes to match basketball player that everyone knew as Kuroko. The more violent and feral he acted, the easier it would be for his friends to dismiss them as two different people.
The two of them lunged forward, the both of them using their years of experience against each other in an informal, but powerful fighting style. He grunted when he felt an elbow graze his temple, but he returned the blow for an uppercut that was barely dodged.
He snarled when Wrath managed to lock him in a chokehold from behind, just as he was about to break out of it, he heard a whisper in his ear,” Hey, watch the face asshole, we still have school tomorrow.”
Growling out his words, he agreed, but not without grabbing one of Wraths fingers and bending it back until he let go.
They were circling each other again, the crowd was jeering now. Urging them to finish the fight so they could collect the money they won before going back home. And honestly, Black was ready to win and go home. He still had basketball practice in the morning and he wanted to get home before it was an ungodly hour in the night.
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