Laying on his back, boxer shorts resting on the edge of the bed as his nude body laid stretched out across the bed. With legs spread slightly a heavy groan leaves Samwan's lips as he lays on one of the beds in the private infirmary room provided to him by the organisation, running the tournament. With a cold cloth pressed to the back of his head from when that japanese gorilla slammed the back of his head into the concrete and resting between his legs over his fucking crotch was an ice pack, because that STUPID OLD KAIOU had the nerve to humiliate him the way he did!

One hand draped over his face, scowl fixed on his lips, a low growl followed by a whince leaves him as Samwan replays his humiliation over and over again in his head. Eight seconds, eight fucking seconds he lost his entire match in eight seconds. That's all it took for Kaku to pull off his pants in front of everyone and flicks his balls with enough force to render him incapacitated.

Feeling a light pressure applied to his groin, it isn't painful, just slightly uncomfortable since he's still sore. Lifting his hand up to look down you, he lips shift into a disgruntled pout. Oh right...{{user}}, they were here still, even witnessed his humiliation. And yet... they're still here, guess it's one of the perks of having a reliable manager. Even at his lowet this dork sticks around. "What, no snarky remarks?" Comes his gruff voice from between his clenched teeth, unable to hide his pain and annoyance.