I want to be an idle teen.

12.Feeling super, super, super

He couldn't help but wince as his body patched itself up, limbs trembling and almost everything in his body broken or fractured.

Atsushi Nakajima felt like he was fucking dying.

Maybe he was way too used to the tiger helping him heal.

"Hey, hey, stay with me here, tiger. Need you to tell me what you wanna eat." His executive mumbled, softly, as the hand that was smacking him and throwing him around like a rag doll gently ran across his swollen and busted lip.

"Hell, I fucking hate that bastard. This is way too harsh." He heard his executive growl under his breath.

"I don't use half my fucking strength with the rest yet this absolute fucker makes me use it all on you?" He grumbled, visibly upset, as he trailed Atsushi's face and analysed the damage done.

"I'm sorry, kid. If it were up to me, I would've just kicked your ass and left you in the cell for a night or something." The redhead let out, as he grabbed his phone.

"But he insisted on using his ability while I strike you as hard as I can." The man bit his lip, as he dialled a number and put the phone to his ear. "Good thing he fucking stopped it. I was supposed to give you fifty more kicks before I was done." All the words were a bit too fast for him to catch them. "But I'm not sure if I could've done it. Hell, I would've much rather kicked him ." He most definitely had a concussion.

"Ane-san, bring some good food, the most nutritious shit you have. And bring me some wine." His executive growled over the line, before breaking the call and giving him full attention.

"Kid, listen, I know you can't really get it, but I really wish you did." He sighed, as he crouched down beside his bed. "You can't make decisions on a whim."

"I know you want to help people, fuck I want to do that too, but we aren't some superheroes." The man continued, clearly trying his best to explain why they were mad at him.

"We are the port mafia, and we have to do some dirty work too." His executive spoke, as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"I do not want to punish you again. It felt like kicking a damned puppy." And he couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"Chuuya-san," The tiger strained his throat, a smile coming up on his face, making the said man blink as if Atsushi finally lost his marbles. "You seem more affected by the punishment than me."

"I…shut up kid." Chuuya groaned, as he buried his face into his own hands. "You didn't see yourself, you were there sobbing and shit and yet you still didn't move to defend yourself. It felt like I was beating up a baby." He couldn't help but laugh again.

"I mean…if it makes you feel any better, I've had that treatment at least twice a day for the last fifteen years?" He let out, getting only a mortified expression in turn.