Started With A Prank {oikawa x seme male OC}

chp: 29

it was a thursday afternoon, tsuyoi and naību were at their house. their father had given them the day off so he could train tsuyoi more in fighting.

tsuyoi had contacted mai the night before, letting her know she didn't have to worry about naību for the next day. his father had talked to the both of them at dinner.

that was the oddest thing for tsuyoi and naību, their father actually joining for dinner.

all three went down the basement, naību sat on the couch that was down there. yotta and tsuyoi went into the literal boxing ring that was set up smack dab in the middle of their freakishly large basement.

outside was not only a couch, but a few punching bags, a tv and a fridge filled with drinks and snacks. and there was still some room. tsuyoi would go down there to use the punching bags every now and then.

both yotta and tsuyoi were in matching workout gear. their shorts black, long and baggy. easy to breath and box in.

tsuyoi had a dark blue white beater shirt on as his father had a black one on. they wrapped their hands for extra protection as they then put on boxing gloves.

"ready?" yotta asked.

tsuyoi glanced at him, a simple nod. "boxing rules? or no?"

yotta shrugged, "do whatever."

in other words: 'i'm going to fight like there aren't rules, it's up to you to do the same.'

naību was reading a book, she didn't want to be down here, but she didn't want to be left alone upstairs. but, as long as tsuyoi was there, she will be safe.

they walked around the ring, tsuyoi shook his shoulders.

yotta attacked with a right cross, the punch going straight for tsuyoi's face. but the slightly shorter male dodge, going in for a right hook, then a left and finally an uppercut.

yotta spat out some blood, "very good."

yotta was able to punch tsuyoi's gut, grabbing his shoulders bringing him down and kneeing his gut. tsuyoi grunted, using his elbow to jab his father's chest, going in for a punch but tsuyoi blocked it.

they went at if for awhile. yotta had punched tsuyoi into a corner, but after a few punches to the face he was able to get out of it. punching yotta back.

they had bruises showing, blood running down their mouths as they continued to box.

they both punched at the same time, their fists colliding. both grunted, stepping back and shaking their hands to ease the pain that cracked.

yotta went in for another punch, but naību's voice weakly cut them out of their spar.

"uh... father."

"what?" he glared at her.

"your phone is ringing." she shrunk back, "i know how much you hate missing calls."

"very good, daughter." yotta stared, "you and your brother might not be so bad after all. you're dismissed for the day, tsuyoi."

"yes sir."

yotta grabbed his phone from naību, he patted her head. it was rather harsh, but it wasn't like he was trying to hurt her, he was a man of his word. nothing would happen to naību and tsuyoi would continue to be his puppet.

"what?" he answered, leaving the basement.

tsuyoi patted naību's head, softer and more gentle. he didn't want his father's touch on her for too long, so he replaced it with his.