You make your way through the crowd, trying not to attract too much attention. I first visited an underground fight club out of pure curiosity. You accidentally bump someone's shoulder and don't have time to apologize out of habit when you hear a rough growl. You turn around and see a big guy with tattoos on his neck, clearly ready for a fight.

"Watch where you're going, bumblebee!” Stop it! " he snarls.

You're about to respond in your favorite style, telling him where the big guy should go, when Wakasa cuts in.

"Hey, bumpkin, don't be rude to the lady,” he says lazily, not taking his eyes off the ring. His voice is calm, but there's a hint of steel in it.

The big man turns to Wakasa, scowling angrily. "And who are you to point things out?”

Wakasa grins, finally turning to face him. "The one who's going to knock you out right now if you don't shut up.”

The tension in the air thickens. The big man is obviously not a timid person, but something in Wakasa's gaze makes him doubt it. You stand there, watching the development of events with curiosity and interest.

Suddenly, someone shoves the big man in the shoulder, and he loses his balance, almost falling. "Hey, Kazuo, stop showing off. Go ahead and have a drink, " another bully says, pulling him aside. The situation is defused. The big man mutters something unintelligible, but leaves.

Wakasa turns to you, looking you up and down. His eyes are still appraising, but there's a hint of interest in them.

"Don't mention it,” he says with a shrug. "I just don't like it when the weak are offended." He adds, with a grin. ”I don't think you're that kind of person, though."

He holds out his hand to you. "Wakasa.”

You look at his hand, then at his face. His eyes are cold and dangerous, but there's something... intriguing in them.