{Samurai Boxing} - Mugen x Reader

Chapter 2: But Why?

Mugen rolled his head, a loud groan of annoyance emitted.

"This is so freakin' boring."

"You never were patient." Jin said with disinterest.

The wild haired man tapped his foot. He kept glancing at Jin's calm demeanor.

"Whatcha reading?" He peered over his companion's shoulder.

"Like you'd care." Jin turned the page loudly. "We're five minutes early-"

"And who's fault was that?"

"I accommodated time for traffic between the house and the dojo. How was I suppose to know we would be early for once?"

Mugen grunted, eyes lazily scanning the vast wooden training area. People hung around in their clicks. Kick boxers stuck near the end, unsure of what to do in a place without a ring.

He blinked.

There she was. The babe from the party. She leaned against the wall, counting the floor boards. Some one in the group asked for her opinion, she responded quickly. She looked so out of touch with the group a moment ago... Quite observant.

Yep. He'd definitely would have to stay away from that one.

"Students!" Jin's master called, standing in the center of the room. "Gather round. Gather round."

He waited, hands on hips. Everyone moved to sit on the outskirts of the training mat. Everyone settled on the floor, clear divisions between clubs.

Mugen tried not to observe you. At least, not openly. You sat directly on the opposing side, eyes focused on the coaches.

He studied you. Your hair, frown, how you fidgeted with your shoelaces-

Then you looked at him.

Jin nudged him,

"Come on, you idiot."

Mugen growled, but got up. He tried to figure out what he was suppose to do, not wanting to let on his lack of attention. His coach boasted about Mugen's Martial arts fighting style and how Mugen even incorporates it into his fencing. Only calling him 'Kid', like usual. 'The Kid', 'Kiddo'.

Does the old man even know my name?

"Ah, I know the perfect student." The kick-boxing coach said. "If you will."

Holy fucking shit.

Mugen's eyes almost popped out, as he saw you rise. You were blushing, more from your league's praise than being near Mugen. The coaches stepped off the cushioned mat, allowing you both the stage.

"Ah, geez." He heard you mutter.

You took stance, Mugen followed your movement.

"Take him down, Baby Girl!"

"Don't break his bones!"

Mugen dodged your fists, stepping back. He blocked what he could with his arms, trying to kick you. You kept on staying out of his way.  He could see that you were impressed, but he could barely keep up with you.

You moved behind his outstretched arm. Using his back shoulder blades as a landing point, you lifted your leg and kicked him to the ground.

The coaches announced you as the winner. He lay there on the mat, in shock. He had never been taken down so easily since he was a kid.  An actual kid.

Jin and him were the untouchables. Nobody could compete.

Amidst the kick boxers shouting and jumping in glee, he heard you walk around him.

"You alright, man?"

He looked up.

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You looked down.

"Uhh, yeah." He managed.

You helped him stand, seeing him try to shake himself off. He finally let go of your hand.

"Coach didn't introduce us. I'm Y/N."

"James."

"Cool."

Why was he cringing? James is a pretty cool name...

You walked back to your seat on the floor. A pinkette shook your shoulder, boasting about helping you create that technique. You didn't pay attention, watching the first years from the other leagues quake under your gaze.

You offered a smile and an awkward wave, but that made one of them cry.

Wincing, you turned your attention to your coach. You might have upset the natural order of things by taking James down so quickly. If you hadn't ended it as quickly as you did, James would have definitely beaten you. Well, maybe not as quick. He seemed distracted.

"...and that's why we're having a boot camp." Your coach, Wildcat, announced. "You guys still have classes, so if you need time out of the boot camp to handle your work... Shame!"

The kick boxers around you snickered, knowing that he was extremely understanding. The fencers and martial artists, however, quaked under the man's booming laugh. 

You looked at the ground in front of you, mentally mapping your workload, training, work work and chilling. Ugh. Could you handle it? Time management wasn't your best skill. 

"I'm sure you can all handle the build up for the tournament." The fencing coach spoke in a soothing tone. 

"T-tournament?" James choked.

"Not paying attention again, Kid?" James' coach barked.

You watched James bite his tongue, as his bespectacled babe of a friend elbowed his side. 

This could be interesting.

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"You what?" Jin asked.

Mugen grit his teeth, speeding towards the car. Jin kept in pace, the corner of his lips curling slightly in amusement thanks to Mugen's kinda-confession.

"Ah damn." Mugen jerked the handle of the car door. "Openopenopenfuckingop-"

Jin rolled his eyes, unlocking the car. Mugen quickly stuffed himself into the passengers seat. He bounced his knee impatiently, plugging the aux cable into his phone. The door clicked shut behind Jin, who cleared his throat. Mugen ignored him.

"James."

"Fuck you, man."

"Oh?" Jin raised a brow. "Forsaking woman because of being befuddled by one beauty."

"She wasn't a beauty." Mugen scoffed, crossing his arms. "I mean she cute."

"Whatever helps you sleep with other people, James."

"Fff- shuddup, Foureyes. Stop calling me that."

"Then put your seatbelt on."