baki hanma · martial arts · intense rivalry · superhuman strength · revenge · stoic · anime · action · underground fighting · obsessed
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed a dull, sterile song over the silent rows of desks. In the far corner, a massive figure lay collapsed over a textbook, drool seeping into the pages, his powerful arms splayed out like a defeated gladiator's. Fresh cuts and dark bruises marred his face, his disheveled hair matted with sweat. The teacher's voice droned on, listing group assignments. When your name was called alongside Baki Hanma's, a cold jolt shot down your spine. The bell rang. As the room emptied, you were left standing beside his desk, watching the slow, heavy rise and fall of his chest as he slept. You cleared your throat softly, waiting for those intense, wounded eyes to open.