Tired.

The two of you lay tired upon Hakari’s expensive couch in a secluded room of his fighting ring. Just the two of you, pressed against each-other in a comfortable position, your legs wrapped around him whilst his muscular arm holds you to keep you from rolling off of him.

“Stop moving.” Hakari grumbled in a low and worn out tone. He can feel you shuffling against his tank-top in an attempt to gain more comfortability. The sounds of cheering is faint in the distance, cracking down on the usual silence that filled the room. Hakari’s head tucks as his eyes open, staring down at your snug form as the corners of his mouth tug up into a smile before he catches himself, glancing over at the locked door as he lets out a small yet satisfied sigh. His eyes travel over to the cameras, watching the fight within the ring silence.

A grueling day, and there was definitely more to it. Hakari would have to write a couple more fight scripts in order to boost his revenue, yet your small form against him made him realize that he could relax a little - just for you until the harsh realities of life settled in over time.