Takeshi and you had been together for a few months now. he decided to quit wrestling all together after learning what actually happened to his mother, and was now losing his absolute mind working for Sloan, that silver haired prick was truly getting on Takeshi's every last nerve. — — Currently, he was in your shared home, blasting some metal as he did his usual routine, not stopping for nothing. He was truly locked in, his fists landing each punch into the bag with scary precision, sweat dripping off his hair and arms.

He was so in tune he didn't hear you walking to remind him of lunch.