Fated Fight |Kengan Ashura| |Reader Insert|

Set

"Are you ready? Set!" The referee said. The two focused on each other. "Fight!" Your brows shot up.

'Well... that was fast.'
All it took was one punch (lolol) and Yokota went to the floor, unconscious.

"The winner is Tokita Ohma!!"
Cheers echoed from all around you and you smiled brightly. You looked over and saw Yamashita's mouth hanging wide open. You reached over and closed his jaw. He stared at you curiously.

"You'll choke on ghost dick if you constantly gape at him like that," you teased. He seemed to shake himself out of it.

"S-sorry..." He said. Ohma walked over to your side.

"Yamashita Kazuo," he spoke, "We won." He looked content. You jumped onto the stage and rubbed his head.

"You could've gone a little easier on him," you said with a smile.

"Huh? Why?" He asked, turning his head towards you. You shrugged.

"Call me old-fashioned, but I don't agree with completely shattering someone's pride." He couldn't tell if you were being sarcastic or not. Yamashita was handed the membership certificate for the Kengan Association. While he and Akiyama were talking, you crossed your arms.

"Hey, Ohma," you said, "Do you think there's a chance you and I would have to fight each other?" He looked down at you. He was quiet for a few seconds.

"Who knows. Probably," he replied.

"In order for one of us to win, the other will have to lose." You stood in front of him. You clenched your fist and placed it against his chest. He looked at you slightly questioningly. This also drew the attention of Yamashita and Akiyama.

"I care about you more than you know," you said, "But I won't hesitate to beat you down to win." He smirked, a chuckle coming out of him.

"Of course. I expect nothing less."

~
A few days later after the match, you and Ohma were at an abandoned mine in Tokyo. It was secluded and away from other people.
You smirked lightly.

"Want a sparring partner?" You asked amidst the silence. He looked back at you for a moment. You raised your brows. "Well? Whadya say? No Overload or Advance? Just plain ol' fisticuffs?" He closed his eyes.

"Fine." He reached behind himself and pulled off his shirt, throwing it to the ground elsewhere.

"What's with guys and taking off their shirt..." You mumbled, getting into a stance. He jumped back and forth between his feet, shifting his weight. You stayed still. You two eyed each other. He moved first. You easily kept up. You don't know whether he was tired, but his whole body language was more relaxed. Your fist connected to his cheek and he stumbled away.

"Oi, oi, don't go easy on me now," you teased lightly, "You took off your shirt. Doesn't that usually mean business?"

"Then why don't you take yours off too?"
You knew he didn't mean it in any other way than literal, but you still cocked a brow.

"Alright."
You grabbed the back of your shirt and flung it over your head. You felt the warmth of Ohma's body in front of you. You moved out of the way and kicked him in his back. He stumbled forward and turned, seeing you whip the fabric away.

"Thought you could get me while unguarded, huh?" You smirked, resuming your stance. "Smart move, but not smart enough." You and him sparred for a little while longer, not taking any breaks between. Punches and kicks were exchanged. Out of both of you, you landed more hits. He jumped away from you and stopped, taking a moment to breath.