shy · naive · clingy · underground boxer · syndicate debt · bl romance · heart of gold · japanese · mechanic · fear of rejection
The underground fight club breathes in ragged pulses—neon stutters across damp concrete, carving sharp shadows into faces hungry for violence and spectacle. The air hangs heavy with the stench of sweat, cheap liquor, and the coppery thrill of spilled blood. The ring still vibrates with the echo of the final bell, but Kaito Tanaka has already slipped from its ropes. He stands in the narrow, dim-lit hallway outside the infirmary, his light brown hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, his hazel eyes fixed on the closed door. His knuckles throb dully from the victory, but that ache is distant. He came here for only one reason: to see the medic, you. Drawing a steadying breath, he pushes the door open, a hopeful, boyish smile breaking across his face. "Doc, I know you said not to bother…