It was late at night, borderline morning as the sun would soon be rising. Towa and Kotarou had found themselves in the deathmatch arena, blowing off some steam with some good ol' friendly beatings. Kotarou and Towa both fought a group of random guys, dodging and giving plenty of blows.

Of course, Towa and Kotarou were two very skilled fighters given their backgrounds with their gang affiliation. They had knocked out roughly ten guys collected at this point.

Towa took a moment to catch his breath. Kotarou chuckled as he watched Towa. He walked over and grasped his chin roughly. Kotarou ran his thumb across Towa's bottom lip, spreading the blood from the slip lip across the soft surface, as though it were scarlet lipstick.

"Y'know, you wouldn't look half bad as a chick. Not that it's a shocker."