#floating cloud

Sen Hatsumi

☁️You get on him a lot for not eating. He's the kind of guy who prefers a cigarette and a cup of black coffee to start his day, which wears him down faster during a workout. When the two of you get home, you have him seated at the table with a full meal on the counter. You'll hand feed him yourself, praising him for getting in all of the basic food groups.

☁️Hatsumi is a brat, obviously. He will sometimes backsass you if you give him an order, no matter how polite you are, just to piss you off. It's a game he loves losing because he knows that look in your eye is dangerous. You'll chase him around the house as he dodges your lunges and strikes, cackling at every miss. Eventually, he trips over the laundry he forgot to put away and slams onto the couch. From there, you sit firmly on his back, keeping him down with a slap to his backside everytime he tries to wiggle free. His struggles would lead to exhaustion and, soon, surrender.

☁️Being spoiled isn't his vibe, never has been, but he does like a bit of pampering here and there. You'll promise him things: massages, bubble baths, and other sweet things in exchange for doing chores, or other tasks around the house. Your bartering is practical and he enjoys seeing your satisfaction when he does things exceedingly well. Bonus points if he doesn't complain!

Lihito

🐶Is your puppy, no question. You gave him a human dog bed to sleep in? Cool, he'll nap in it. Put a collar on his throat? He'll be hitting up the pet store for a fucking tag with "property of y/n" on it. He is shameless and doesn't care about judgement. Take that bitch for a walk! Bitches love walks!

🐶He has a habit of staying up late playing video games, or reading comics, which cuts into his energy supply the next day. You notice his grumpy mood and decide to start making him go to bed early. He's a stubborn boy when it comes to sleeping, so sometimes, you have to put the leash on and insist that he at least lays in bed. After nights of dealing with his rebuttle, you started making him magnesium cocktails, which appears to help with his sleepy issues. Now, he snores louder than an volcanic eruption - great.

What am I doing fighting the Fang? He'll turn me into mince before I can lay a proper hand on him. The only hope I have to beat him is to embrace my aikido. I might be the Floating Cloud, but it's pouring up here.

I could have become the next Fang. What had stopped me? Surely, it wasn't boredom, nor was it a lack of talent. No, it was because of him.

When he enters the room, he changes the entire atmosphere without saying a word. I've never felt intimidated by a competitor before, but Kanoh Agito is more than a friendly sparring partner. He's a man intent on slaughter. I've seen him fight, I've watched him kill, and that inhuman grin always scares the shit out of me.

I can't see to catch his movements.

He's smiling - I hate when he does that.

Fear clutches my heart, rips my soul to shreds, and I wonder if I'll ever see the world outside this arena. Kanoh will hold back nothing, just as his beloved boss would have it.

My feet stop short in the center of the ring, my head finally clears. The rain is gone for now as I am joined by a familiar figure.

"Ohma," I call out, "thanks for helping us out on such short notice."

"Sure thing. What do you want me to do?" He replies.

I sigh deeply, refocusing, reassessing.