Cute one shots

Tang Soo Do

"Ok are we talking basements, naked light bulbs and people losing all their teeth?" I ask wincing.

He scoffs.

"No everyone's got teeth." He replies flatly.

"Evan, I'm serious." I sigh.

"So am I!" He laughs. "Just come! You'll see that there's nothing to worry about. It's all friendly competition and the ref stops anything from getting too violent."

"Fine." I sigh.

Next Saturday evening I was stood in a sweaty, dimly lit gym basment, surrounded by other martial arts fans.

Evan was last up to fight which made my anxiety worse. I had to watch people lose badly wondering if Evan would end up with the same fate. When Evan finally came out on to the mat his opponent was not much bigger than him. Three rounds of kicks, punches and blocks. The fight was pretty well balanced from both sides and both men were breathing heavily by the third round. Evan's opposition had won the first round but Evan pulled through and won the second. Of course my luck would have this as the most nail-biting fight of the night.

I watched with my hands clapsed as Evan was pinned with his arm behind his back. His opponent takes this opportunity to swing his leg around and try to knock Evan off his feet but Evan manages to duck under the leg and cause the guy to lose his balance and land on the floor. Evan quickly pins him down and the referee counts down and blows the whistle to signal the end of the match. I let out the huge breath I was holding in anticipation and jump up and down in excitement for Evan's win. I clap and cheer along with some of the rest of the crowd and Evan helps his opponent up.

After the ref announces that Evan won, the crowd begins to disperse and I watch Evan as he gulps down some water and grabs a towel to wipe his sweat. He talks to who I assume is his coach and then his eyes scan the room before they land on me. He grins and runs over to me.

"I don't usually have an audience. It's nice. Maybe, you can come to the next one?" He asks still slightly out of breath.

"No, thank you. You were amazing. I still think you're an idiot though." I quickly cut him off. I inspect his face a notice a small cut on the side of his mouth. I reach up and turn his face to inspect it some more.

"It stings a little." Evan laughs answering my thoughts.

"Shall I see if I can get you some ice?" I ask looking around.

"No, no. It will be fine. Let's go get some food. I'm starving." He groans. I nod agreeing with him. I couldn't eat before as my stomach was churning wondering about the outcome of his fight.

We found a small truck outside that was selling Mexican food and Evan got us a couple of burritos. We sat on the steps outside his gym eating a talking.

My phone rang and I looked down at it rolling my eyes at the name that flashed on the screen.

Matthew.

Evans clears his throat when he sees the name too. I quickly decline the call.

"You've been doing that all night. It might be important if he's calling you that much." He shrugs.

"No. He'll just tell me he's sorry and that he made a mistake. I'm over forgiving him now. Anyway, I'm here with you." I shrug.

"I still feel weird about this." He sighs.

"Yeah so do I. But this isn't really a date. I mean we're sat on stairs eating questionable meat. Plus, I just watched you get your ass beat."  I laugh hoping to lighten the mood.

"Really? Usually when the ref holds up my arm it means I won the fight but ok." Evan scoffs.

I shake my head. I watch Evan as he takes a bite of his burrito and hisses as the food hits his tongue.

"Is that hot sauce a little too much for you champ?" I ask teasingly using a higher tone of voice as if I were talking to a child.

"Excuse me?" He asks looking up at me. "I love spicy food." He mumbles his mouth full of burrito.

"Mmm." I remark.

"It's just this cut doesn't seem to like the spice." He groans wiping his mouth.

"Let me see."  I ask taking his burrito and putting it down on top of my unopened one on the floor beside us. I take his face in my hands and turn it towards the street lamps light. I squint. "Sorry, it's just so hard to see in this light." I smirk.

"Ok, ok." He laughs turning away from me. "You're making fun of me. But it really does hurt." He points out.

"I'm sorry. I'm just finding it hard to believe that your badass self, who just won his fight by the way, is in pain right now." I chuckle.

"You think I'm a badass?" He grins at me.

"I think that you're a liar. You're literally Cheshire grinning at me right now." I point out.

"Well I can't help it. You're here with me." He grins again. "You watched my match and now you're sat here brown-bagging dinner with me." He nods to our abandoned food. We share a smile and I lean in to him.

"Does this hurt?" I ask kissing his lips. We kiss for a second before I pull away.

"Try again." He mumbles, his eyes never leaving mine.

I kiss him again this time deeper. I wrap my arms around his neck as he bites my lips gently asking for permission.