Bucchigiri X Oc (Forever His)

It's Complicated

Ryoko's POV

"What are you mumbling about?" Outa asked, noticing Arajin seemingly talking to thin air.

"N-Nothing. A pleasure," Arajin quickly brushed off, and they all proceeded to play off with Tatsuto acting as the referee.

"Fight! Jan-ken-pon!" Marito cheered, his enthusiasm not quite matching my own. "No! I can't, I can't, I can't do it!" Arajin shook his head in denial.

"Bring it on!" Senya yelled, holding Arajin's head in place as Outa punched him, yet Arajin barely flinched.

"Ouch! Ah... his head..." I winced at the hit Arajin took. "Is he even conscious?" I muttered, Marito whistling in amazement asking. "What kind of skull does he have?"

"Winner, Tomoshibi Arajin!" Tatsuo cheered, and Senya chimed in, "Heave-ho, here we go! Bucchigiri!" With that, Outa stepped away.

"As expected, Ara-teen! So cool! But what a letdown, Outa," Marito mocked, and Outa retorted as he approached us, "Shut up. Weakling my ass." I noticed the displeasure in his face. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned, and he nodded, replying with one word, "Toilet," before walking away.

"I've been waiting for this chance," Jabashiri took his shot at Arajin, and it was getting difficult for me to watch. "Semifinal round. Players, face off. Fight!" Tatsuo announced.

"Jan-ken-pon!"

Arajin planned on throwing a weak punch, intending to lose the match, but he got distracted by something beneath the skirts of the yankee girls standing nearby.

Jabashiri wanted to see whatever Arajin was watching and turns around, this makes Arajin's fist to fall on his cheeks, face turned, punch shot, and he won.

"Winner, Tomoshibi Arajin!" Tatsuo cheered. 

"Wow~~~ That's a dumb win but congratulations I guess...." I deadpanned clapping sarcastically for his win.

"Nice one, Ara-teen!" Minato jumped down from his high heels and approached him. "I got so tired of waiting!"

"The supreme leader arrives! Let's heave-ho!" Senya added, doing nothing but adding fuel to Arajin's anxiety. "Shut up!" Arajin yelled, his nerves clearly fraying.

"What?" Marito's expression turned sour. "Interesting. I don't think anyone other than my girlfriend has ever told me to shut up before."

*Badump!!*

'Calm down my heart.'

"Players, step forward," Tatsuo instructed, and they prepared themselves. "The reason I like you, Ara-teen, is because I could really feel it then. I felt your Honki!" Marito remarked.

"Fight!"

"Jan...ken..." Just as Marito was about to make his choice, Arajin's stomach growled loudly. "Break, break! Toilet!" Tatsuo called out, and Arajin dashed away. 

I felt embarrassed, hoping the earth would swallow me whole. Then after a few minutes, "KYAAAA~~~" We heard Arajin's high-pitched scream, and all of us rushed towards the toilet. 

My heart dropped at the sight.

There lay Outa on the ground, knocked out cold. 

"What happened?" Minato asked, picking Outa up and bringing him outside. "I don't know! He was like that when I found him," Arajin replied, looking concerned. 

"Ryoko! Do something!!" Minato's voice snapped me back to reality. "Damn it!" I kneeled down beside him, pulling stuff out of my bag. 

"He's bleeding too much!" My hands were shaking as I applied pressure to his head wound.