I'm all fired up!

                             ryuji   DABamoto.

With this hand I must do. the unstoppable, the UNTHINKABLE, THE THING ONLY I CAN TRULY BE CALLED THE MASTER AT.

                     when he stepped closer  ,   he found the fear raise within his mind . when his appendage rose  ,  he braced himself for the impact . eyes closing to avoid seeing it coming  ,  however … he didn’t feel pain . his arm was around his shoulders , & he was pulled into the others embrace . 

                     he hadn’t recalled a time he felt warmth like this . he had only seen it in passing  ,  or seen it acted out on television . his words didn’t fall on deaf ears  ,  as he felt his chest grow heavy . he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say  ;  or what he was supposed to do . he had been taught to suppress his emotions for the past fifteen years . it wasn’t easy to undo it all  ,  but … this once  ,  he found himself being vulnerable . his arms rose  ,  finding their place nearly digging into the others fabric . rivulets dared to fall from the boys eyes  ,  his face being buried in the crook of the faux - blonds neck . 

Sighing a bit, the delinquent let the other do what he needed to do. He truly was bad at cheering anyone up, he just sort of went with the flow and hoped for the best. Though, this was personal.

“Now stop being some effing dumb and let people care for ya will ya?” Was he scolding the other? Trying to lecture him, he didn’t know himself. Though, in a way, he was saying the things he wanted to hear himself when he was suffering. He wanted to know there was a pillar, and in the end, all he could do was turn around and be Yusuke’s pillar.

                     the act of violence caused the boy to break his normally calm composure  ,  as his breath hitched up  ,  fear leaked into his expression  ,  as hands rose as if a form to protect his body . his raised voice was enough to raise his heart  -  rate  ,  as walls he kept under a lock & key began to tremble down . he found himself backing away from the other , making sure the distance was just out of his reach . 

                     his mouth opened to speak  ,  however was left agape from the near paralyzing fear of his actions . for a brief moment  ,  memories of his childhood flooded within his brain . the lashings of a man he adored as father  ,  one who would justify his violence as “  teachings  “  —-  physical & emotional violence against a boy who only wanted the approval of the man he adored so much . ‘  i – …  ‘ he couldn’t say anything  ,  it felt as if it was no use . he took one more step back  ,  gray - hues keeping a cautious stare . his eyes would dart around the others physique ; making sure he knew every movement he was planning . 

When he finally pulled his hand down small drips of blood would trickle down Ryuji’s fist. It hurt like hell now that he was letting the wind hit it. Though that didn’t matter, all that matter was he got a reaction out of him. Something other then his dumb fake emotionless garbage.

                             “   sorry.   ”      as much as he’s   quick   to apologize,   there’s little sympathy   intertwined   in vacant features. although,       gray hues   flicked   ifocus downwards at his open hands             fingers once   clenched   into a fist,     &&     knuckles bruising that boy’s skin. he should   probably   feel guilty over this             but ryuji   needed   to be snapped out of   whatever   that was.                              he didn’t want to see  his  best  friend  like that.    “     -  don’t   get   caught   up …   ”      he informs,   perceptively.       figuring in his silence, he could use this time to process   carefully   their situation. he   hoped   no one caught sight of him   punching   ryuji.  his criminal record,        &&        probation wouldn’t take   kindly   to another layer of assault.                               “   … in   those…      kind   of   thoughts.   ”     he   finishes   his prior sentence with pauses taken in between each word, hands sliding back into the comforts of his uniform pockets.  the leader shifts topics,      &&       instead    tries   to reason with him over     why     he took this   rash   course of action,    “   …   i   believed   you   needed   it.   ”

“Effing hell..” The delinquent rubbed his cheek a bit more, it really did hurt. Though in the end, he knew that Akira would never of done it if he didn’t think he needed it. So he didn’t punch back, nor did he get angry. Though a small smile did grow on his lips. “I’ll have to get ya back...Ya know?”

Though after a bit, a small sigh did escape his lips before he stared at the soda in front of him. Luckily, it was an empty day at the burger joint. So it was just a small hit that would go unnoticed by everyone in the world but them.

                     he felt fine  ,  what was so wrong with that ? his body didn’t need to be nourished every day  ,  he’s survived longer without eating . he rose his hand to glance at his slender fingers  ,  bones obvious to the eyes . he hadn’t known the last time he had been checked physically by a professional … he didn’t seem to be in that poor health  ,  however . 

                    ‘   —  you shouldn’t keep doing this  ,  ryuji . you shouldn’t have to keep spending your own money on me . ‘

Why, why couldn’t he get through? Was he doing something wrong? Was he not being helpful enough? A small bulb of angry started to grow within the delinquent, and it was letting it boil for a bit. Until it boiled for too long and he ended up punching the wall next to them. Ryuji winced at the pain he inflicted on himself, but it didn’t matter.

Wait...She was staring back! Did that mean anything? Maybe but for some reason, the look she had..sort of pissed him off! So of course he did what any reasonable person would do.