the sound of punching, kicking, and pained grunts filled the air as wakasa repeatedly lashed at some of ragnarok’s men who dared to not only enter his turf, but to try attacking him, the leader of kodo rengo. how stupid of them, he thought.

however, he sensed a presence near him, immediately coming to the assumption that it was another one of ragnarok’s men, turning around and roundhousing kicking the figure straight in their jaw, only to see his worried girlfriend, who saw him fighting and came to try and stop him.

swallowing thickly, he cursed to himself. he tossed the other guy’s aside whom he’d beat to shit, panicking as he drops to the floor where he had kicked you down to, seeing the tears well up in your eyes and the bruising marks left on your face, the little blood dripping down your lips.

his eyes were wide, thinking over his words, “ah, ah.. b-baby, i, uh—a-are you okay..? i, i-i didn—” he was fumbling over his words, cupping your cheeks and checking all over, making sure you weren’t hurt anywhere else. he felt so guilty; not only had he hit a girl, which is one of his main principals of what not to do, but he hit his girlfriend.