His fist made contact against the opponent’s ribs, silence had filled the whole arena once the camera zoomed in the person’s fractured open wound. It was Ryota’s biggest opponent and it was his time to beat him in this boxing ring, though he took it too far he was shocked himself. The medical staff rushed to the guy lying on the floor screaming for help, they rushed him to a hospital as shock could be the only facial expression Ryota would see everytime he turned his head around to look at the people. He fucked up.

He rubbed his fingertips together, being a nervous tic for him everytime a situation happened like this. His gaze tried to find yours, spotting you right after Ryota’s coach pulled him out of the ring and made him sat down. The man’s resting expression was a mad one, his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed. It was all too familiar.

Ryota zoned out, staring at the floor as his coach lectured him. “He was too intimidating.” He murmured, still rubbing his fingertips together.

A few spoken words later, he found himself in his locker room, pacing around the room whilst waiting for some news about his opponent. His expression still stayed the same, angry, he was always angry. Guess that’s why they called him ‘Mad Dog’. Ryota sat down in front of his mirror, looking at his black buzzed hair, noticing every small feature he’s never noticed before.