{Samurai Boxing} - Mugen x Reader

Chapter 1: The Best

Mugen liked to think of himself as a fuckboy. The women he spent time with always thought of him as one. Always.

He gulped his beer, grimacing as he heard a familiar whiny voice. A weight flew into his side, yanking the drink out of his hand.

"You shouldn't be drinking so much. Your liver must be in a state from last night." Fuu wagged a finger at his nose.

"Stop acting like you're my mother, yah dumb broad." He grabbed it back. "Speaking of livers. Aren't you too young to be at a frat party?"

"I'm in my second year!" She burst in outrage. "And how can a cute girl like me avoid a buzzing place like this?"

"Yeah yeah yeah." He pushed pass her, moving further into the crowd.

Who uses the word 'buzzing' to describe a place? 

He ignored her annoyed squealing, diving deeper still into the mansion.

Mugen surveyed the rooms for babes, briefly watching a E/C eyed girl laugh. He studied her for a moment, then blinked. Shaking his head, he turned to head into another room. She seemed like the kind of girl that would take your heart without knowing how or when she did. By just breathing in his direction. He'd have to stay away from that one.

He found Jin nursing a whiskey, patiently listening to a philosophy major's thoughts. Ugh. Screw this, that wasn't what he was looking for anyway. He quickly ducked around the crowd before being spotted by his (friend) rival.

Fuu intercepted his moves on a busty dyed blonde babe, asking if he saw Jin.

"Leave me the fuck alone. Can't you see I'm running game here?"

"What's that suppose to mean?" Fuu curled her nose in confusion.

The blonde walked away, saying that she was looking for a man. Not a night. Mugen gently reeled her back in, nose to nose as he huskily whispered:

"How 'bout a knight? The shiny armor kind?"

She pecked him on the nose, pulling away. With a playful wink, the babe disappeared in the crowd.

"What's that in your shirt pocket?"

Mugen looked down, half expecting Fuu to flick his nose as a joke. She was apparently too drunk to think that. Mugen opened the folded page, curly writing greeted his eager eyes.

"Awwww yiiiiiiiisssss!!!!!" Mugen jumped foot to foot, nostrils flaring.

Fuu shot him a look of disgust, running off to find her other friend. He was probably humming in feigned interest some where.

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Fuu jumped on Mugen's bed, making him bounce. He groaned loudly, turning to hold who ever he thought was beside him. He sighed, cracking his eyes open. A pillow was in place of the person.

"You always do that." Fuu said in thought. She sat on the bed. "I thought fuckboys are okay to sleeping with someone, but not sleeeeping with someone."

"The fuck?"

"He's the cuddly type, even if he denies it." Jin said.

Mugen turned his head, glaring at his house mate.

"Get out of my room. I'm fucking naked."

"Fuckboys are suppose to be okay with their nudity." A small amused smile played on Jin's features.

Mugen finally succeeded in chasing them out by swatting a pillow about. He sat hunched on the bed, holding his aching head. He'd have to take Fuu's advice and cut down on the alcohol. There were better ways to get faded.

The man sighed, picking up his phone to look at his timetable. He had a class in two hours. Those idiots interrupted his sleep, not knowing he set an alarm. Mugen was a well organised, responsible student. He wouldn't let them know that, of course.

Jin's voice rang up the stairs, announcing breakfast. How did he agree to playing house with these two idiots from high school? The smell of bacon wafting through reminded him.

With a loud groan, he heaved his heavy body to his bathroom. Mugen stared at his reflection, a bored man brushing his teeth. His eyes drifted over his body. Hot pink lipstick smudges decorated his skin. He turned to view his back. Red long lines, scratch marks, not deep enough to draw blood but enough to leave raised bumps.

Mugen towel dried his clean hair as he entered the kitchen. Finding Fuu struggling with operating the coffee machine.

"Help meeee." She whined.

"Forget it. Can't use it, can't have it." He pulled out a bottle of fruit juice, shutting the fridge close.

"Is that why you don't smoke? Because you can't light a cigarette?"

"No, it's just a stupid habit. And the stuff smells horrible."

She hummed, leaving the room with her food. Mugen dumped his share on to a plate, carrying his items to the table. The trio sat ate in the living/dining room. Fuu spoke animatedly about the lesson for the day.

Mugen grunted in response, glad that she was still passionate in her studies. It didn't show though, his forehead furrowed as he chewed.

"We have a dojo meeting today. Don't forget." Jin reminded him.

"Aren't you guys part of different-"

"It's combined, you idiot." Mugen swirled the juice in his glass, upsetting the settled pulp. "We're meeting with other training groups. Not sure what for."

"Hey, don't call me that, you. You -Eep! I'm gonna be late!" She ran up to her room.

"It's just one other group." Jin added, sitting back. "The others dropped out."

"Then who are we fighting?"

Jin shrugged.

"Helpful as always, four eyes."

"Take that back."