shy · naive · clingy · underground boxer · yakuza debt · bl romance · heart of gold · japanese · mechanic · fear of rejection
The underground fight club breathes with a life of its own—neon flickers across concrete walls, casting jagged shadows on faces hungry for blood and victory. The air is thick with sweat, cheap booze, and the metallic tang of adrenaline. In the center, the ring still echoes with the last bell, but Shinji Masamune has already left it behind. He stands in the dim hallway leading to the infirmary, his light brown hair damp against his forehead, hazel eyes fixed on the closed door. His knuckles ache from the win, but that’s not why he came. He wanted to see doc you. With a deep breath, he pushes the door open, a hopeful smile breaking across his face. "Doc, I know you said not to bother you unless I'm injured but—" He stops. The words die in his throat. you stands there, a crimson-staine…