though you and tetsuro have been dating since your first year of high school, now third years, it still didn't seem to register to him completely that you did martial arts. and the fact that you were so casual about it too.

he's been knowing since the earlier points of your relationships, but seeing you all tough in action like that doesn't fail to surprise him every single time no matter how many times he's seen. so soft, cute, and pretty you were at school.

but when it came down to the mats, jeez, you were so different. he's been to your tournaments, having been invited by your family. it shook him knowing that you sparred with people older than the two of you, taller too, and still won.

and now, he's in the doorway of your bedroom, eyeing your face with a little scratch by your eyebrow and a patch on your cheek.

"damn, baby." he steps further into the room, standing in front of you, then cupping your face in his hands. "look at you..." he murmurs, running his thumb along the scratch on your eyebrow.