Sanegiyuu oneshots :3

When the doctor feeds on blood.

- Oneshot inspired by mignon, a vampire doctor and a rigged boxer.
- Modern!au sanegiyu
- Top!sanemi // illegal boxer!Sanemi
- Bottom!giyu // Vampire doctor!Giyu
- Long description for understanding before the story, because I plan to make a second oneshot of this but smut version
- Because all of you are horny as fuck 😒

- THE AUTHOR'S COMEBACK 🦙

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Shinazugawa Sanemi.

Shinazugawa sanemi.

A name.

Of course it's a name, are you stupid.

They call him shinazugawa, just the name and it's enough. It sounded like a regular longass name, but to those around that hear the name while in the underground pit, it sent chills down their spine.

You don't just whisper it in the pit.

You spit it out like blood on the floor, or you keep it behind your teeth where it's safe. Because once that name drops, once the crowd hears he's fighting tonight, the while underground howls like a goddamn animals.

He's not supposed to be here. Too violent, too unstable, too unpredictable. Banned from three circuits. Two counts of "excessive force". One count of "really dude?" With a look. One guy ended up crying and hiding himself in a bag for the rest of his life after every time he hears that name, or see a glimpse of his white hair.

Another? Never woke up.

Doesn't matter.

Every time he steps into that ring, the world forgets rules and remembers fear.

"Tonight's main attraction, 5'10 foot 200.7 lbs!"

He's not just a boxer. He'd a storm. Sanemi doesn't dodge, he walks through you. Gloves or no gloves, rigged match or fair fight, it never matters. He doesn't care who he's up against. Doesn't even care why. He just needs to hit something. Break something. Win, if you can even call what he does "winning". It's not a fight. It's mauling.

"His white hair means victory!"

"His scars mean dominance!"

"He shows no mercy!"

Muscles cut like stones. Scars all over, each one earned and never covered. Dead eyes, with a cocky grin sometimes, but most of time it's him pouring all of his anger out on his opponents, and that sick glint of bloodlust in his smile. He stepped into the rim like it owes him a life. And he collects.

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"Give it up for—

Sanemi!"

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Even dealers who rig the fight flinch when they fix him in. Cause you can't control a wild dog when the chain's already rusted. And he bites. Hard.

However, despite being so.. hot tempered and stupid there are two people who managed to tame him.

1. His abusive coach who only sees him as a tool.