Coiling Explosion

Just two people on their way to meet up with their friends for lunch <3

OH MY G- I'm so. SO! So so so

I did order that! To goooo please! I got the bag riiight here.

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It's an awful vice of yours. You're so gentle in your ordinary life people would mistake you for sedate, your impulses buried under a cover of civility. But here, you could witness your true joy-

The impact of fists against bodies, no gloves, barely any sanctions. The taste for violence floods you so much you're drooling, so close to the ring you can smell sweat and malice. It feels like living electricity, when you watch a good fight.

Like sex too.

Not that that's what you wanted from anyone here. The Fight was the only thing you needed. You're sure, you think. He makes you think hard about that.

A hard impact to the nose, blood dripping from it, perched on the ropes between rounds. Still, it enhances rather than detracts. A natural thing, for an assassin. Measuring distance with absolute awareness of his body, mastering mind games with absolute perception of his opponent.

And damn if it looks like he doesn't love this shit.

His cornerman, who was often shrouded in shadow, was as relaxed as ever. Damned if he didn't always seem to know just what to say to put a battery in a man's back though. The pair of them were fascinating.

Had your searching eyes not met each of theirs, it may very well been left at that.

But you're so close you can see the brief glance at each other before they both grin and hold up three fingers. It takes a moment to connect it, that there have been two rounds so far and the intent is for this to be the last one.

I think it happens after turtlecat return from their second honeymoon (don't worry about the first)—we had been radio silent for a month (except for a mandatory check-in text once a week) out of the country, and Chouji isn't used to being away from Togame for that long. If Togame wasn't with him physically, he could at least call him.

When we get home, Togame's phone is immediately blowing up. I have to decompress from traveling, so I tell him that he's fine, he can go deal with whatever "crisis" is suspiciously happening as soon as we got back.

Togame doesn't come home that night. And his side of the bed is empty in the morning.

I'm like, fine, whatever. I did kind of hoard Togame for a while. Chouji can have him for a day or two.

"A day or two" turns into TWO WEEKS with minimal communication (Togame is forever a terrible texter) and I'm pissed because I'm married? and I haven't seen or heard from my HUSBAND in two weeks???

Anyway, I track them down at an arcade (using a card attached to one of my bank accounts was their first mistake 🤪) and Togame doesn't even see me before I'm tackling Chouji to the ground while he's in the middle of DDR or some equivalent. There's teeth and nails and cussing and just some down right dirty tactics being used on both sides before Togame and some other Shishitoren guys are able to pull me off of him.

We're kicked out of the arcade for making a fuss (and getting blood on the carpet) but as soon as we're on the street, both groups of guys let each of us go thinking that the fresh air would've cleared our heads, and then Chouji is tackling me to the pavement.

We just keep at it until we're both exhausted and then we're taken to the hospital so Chouji can get stitches on his cheek from where a rock gouged him and I can get my wrist looked at.

We're both huffing and puffing in anger but when Togame approaches, we simultaneously lash out at him and blame him for neglecting the both of us.

One of the other guys arranges for Chouji and I to meet for breakfast the next day to air our grievances and find a (non-violent) solution