"Faster!" Geto ordered me from the side of the ring.
"Just do it!" Nobara encouraged me to continue.
I kicked the pad that was at Nobara's chest with increasing force and speed. My legs wanted to give up, but I was going to let them. Nobara held the pad as tight as she could to keep it from being pushed with each impact.
Despite the distance, Nobara was always the first to hear the news of my life. She was the first to find out about my neck diagnosis, that I became a trainer, and that the king of the ring had hired me. She was the one who helped me when I needed it most. When Naoya happened, she traveled to Kyoto to give me a hug. I always tried to invite her to eat or drink something after training to thank her for her unconditional support.
It was great to have my old life back. Waking up at 7 in the morning to go for a run, going to the gym to exercise, getting into the ring to train with the other girls and teaching jiujitsu classes to the children in the afternoon. The only thing that had changed for the better was that now I had a nice boyfriend who supported me in everything.
"I brought lunch," Choso announced his presence at the ringside while holding a plastic bag with two salads. I pulled myself away from Nobara to greet my boyfriend.
"Let's take a rest," Nobara suggested with a smile. I got out of the ring and gave my boyfriend a big sweaty hug.
"You smell like you work hard," he joked before planting a kiss on my head.
"You are right. The fight against Maki Zenin is in less than a week. I must be in my best shape to take back what belongs to me," I told him excitedly.
Mei Mei's office was very different from Nanami's. While Nanami's looked like a lawyer's office that drinks old fashions and smokes good cigars, MeiMei's office was very minimalist and functional. The bone walls contrasted with the black desk and silver electronics. Choso and I were sitting on the white sofa that was placed in front of a small plasma television. We talked about our days while we ate. The green salad with chicken that Choso had brought me reminded me of the meals I used to make for Sukuna from time to time when I lived with him. What I missed about being a trainer was being able to eat anything without having the pressure to gain weight.
"The UFC 300 fight card comes with a bang, as it will be a double championship night!" The host of a sports news program enthusiastically announced to a panel of experts.
"That's right! First, we'll see The Snake de Medusa versus The Fury. Will The Snake be able to regain her title after her injury?" One of the drivers asked openly to the table to start the debate.
"Are you nervous?" Choso asked me, leaving his empty plate on the glass table.
"A lot, but I'll just get into the octagon, I'll do what I have to do, and I'll take down Maki no matter what," I answered excitedly.
"That's my girl," Choso proudly placed a warm kiss on my cheek.
In the time we have been together, my relationship with Choso has been the most beautiful and healthy one I have ever had in my life. He always cares about me, cooks for me and supports me in all my decisions. We had less than 3 months living together, and I still maintained the same opinion I had of him. It was a pleasure to wake up next to him every morning, do housework together and make love in the shower from time to time. I loved doing everything together with him.
"I made you a green juice before I came here," he said handing me one of my reusable bottles I had at home. I hated green juice, but I had to drink it for my own good.
"Yuta Okkotsu was to face Toge Inumaki for the middleweight belt, but Inumaki suffered an injury that will prevent the fight from taking place. Do they already know who his replacement will be?" One of the commentators asked with curiosity.
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Jinx (Sukuna Ryomen x Reader)
Hayran KurguSukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Author's Note: This is a remix of the manhwa Jinx written by Mingwa and manga Jujutsu Kaisen written by...