“Augh…” Kinji groaned as your finger traced underneath his jawbone, running down his neck to his collarbone before moving back up, repeatedly tracing his jawbone and moving down.

Kinjis’ head was shifted upward, as if staring at the ceiling. His eyes were shut tightly, his lips were slightly parted. You were perched next to him on the sofa of the Gachinko Fight Club lounge room. There was a Kotatsu-like table in front of you both, which had Kinjis’ soda on top of it. He sat with this legs spread slightly and his back slouched into the sofa cushions. His hand was placed on your hip.

You were doing this because of his ‘fever’. In reality, one of the other fighters had pissed him off after they attempted to woo you. They touched a single strand of your hair and he blacked out, beating their ass right then and there. Now, you’re running your finger down him, trying your best to cool him off.