Our World | Itsuki Nakano

Chapter 2

No one's POV

There Y/N was, punching a sand bag, his all focus on the force and pace of his punches. It wasn't long ago that he came in to practice, he was always alone in the gym, ever since Jim retired as a professional trainer, the place had been empty. He heard a groan coming from behind, which made him give a last punch and turn around towards the source of the voice. He stretched his hand towards the sand bag that was swinging his way as he spoke.

"Since when do I carry your unconscious ass out of buildings?"

He raised his eyebrows, an unamused look on his face as Fuutarou slowly pushed himself up, sitting down with a groan as he placed his hand on his forehead.

"Where am I..?"

The boy managed to let out which made Y/N shake his head. He watched as Fuutarou looked around and spoke, calmly.

"Jim's gym. Told Raiha you will be late."

Fuutarou hummed and slowly stood up. He looked at Y/N and saw that he was pointing somewhere, when Fuutarou looked at where Y/N was pointing, he saw his schoolbag, which made him nod and walk to it.

"You're not coming?"

Y/N shook his head and stretched his arms as he answered his best friend's question.

"I can't. I have another fight tomorrow."

Fuutarou sighed and approached Y/N. He faced him and gave him a disapproving look. He then spoke.

"Y/N you're fighting too much. You can't keep fighting every day."

The boxer's hand reached to Fuutarou's shoulder. He patted it twice as he walked past him and spoke.

"Till I'm knocked out, Fuu. Till I'm knocked out."

"You're harming yourself."

Fuutarou turned around, watching
Y/N wipe his sweat to the towel. Y/N gave him a sideway look and spoke, raising his left and and pointing at him.

"Technically you're wrong. The opponents are doing that."

"You're scheduling the fights."

Y/N clicked his tongue and placed the towel around his neck, grabbing the both ends of it as he tilted his head. He then spoke.

"Higher ups do that."

Fuutarou nodded silently and waited for Y/N. Y/N looked at him confused then sighed when he remember what he must do. He gave Fuutarou a fake smile and asked.

"How was your tutoring?"

He said, his voice filled with fake joy which made Fuutarou shake his head. Fuutarou sat on the side of the ring,
Y/N sitting on the couch, at the opposite side of the gym from Fuutarou. Fuutarou placed a hand on his forehead, he looked unpleasant, dissatisfied. Which made Y/N speak up.

"It looks like you had a great time."

Fuutarou let out a very fake, sarcastic laugh, which got him Y/N's tongue sticking out as a return. Fuutarou looked down and groaned as he started.

"Do you remember the girl we met at the cafeteria?"

"Positive."

Y/N nodded quickly, a small smile appearing on his face at the mention of Itsuki. He had made a new friend that morning, a one that was nice enough to share her very loved and enjoyed food with him, even though he turned it down. It was still a nice gesture, right?

Fuutarou nodded at the boy and looked up at him, all of a sudden, all of his features were serious. Something like no other time... Like a lot of times.