A Early Morning Past Time, If You Want To Call It That...

"He hissed as he wrapped his ribs, wrapping it where it had just enough pressure to keep his ribs still, but tight enough where it slightly restricted his breathing. He clicked his tongue in annoyance when he saw the black and blue bruises being wrapped up, it was amateurish to let himself get hit like that.

"What? Upset that I got a good hit on you?" had he been right next to him, he would have given him a semi playful punch.

He huffed in a mixture of amusement and annoyance before blatantly saying," right hip, last spring."

He relished in the way the next stall inhaled sharply"

After years and years of being forgotten, Kuroko joined the local fight club as a preteen to help him get rid all of his pent up anger and frustration. Years later, he's one of the best fighters and is constantly trying to make sure that his teammates or opponents don't find out who he is, while he's still continuing his matches.

joy.

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