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Kousaku pounded his hand onto the mat, expressing his pain physically, and began pushing himself back up into a sitting position. There was the sound of Velcro tearing sharply from above then Miroku appeared in his line of vision, kneeling before him.
One hand rose to cover his mouth while the other remained fisted on his thigh. Miroku bowed his head, eyes squeezed shut. “Sorry,” he whispered through his fingers.
Kousaku leaned forward, tilting his head at an angle to see the other’s face more clearly. “Miroku-san, are you crying?”
Miroku nodded quickly, eyes opening to meet the concerned stare. Kousaku’s lips formed a small “o” at the single tear rolling down Miroku’s cheek. “Even though you said it was only practice, I went and caused you unnecessary injuries. You’re aiming for the championship…!”
Kousaku straightened up and slipped his arms around Miroku, a bright smile lighting up his face. How long had it been since somebody cried over his well-being? All he received lately were harsh words of encouragement from Kaichou, amongst other things. Kousaku squeezed Miroku even tighter. “You should be proud of that right hook, you know!”
Miroku chuckled, letting his head fall onto Kousaku’s shoulder.
“They’re both idiots,” Kojima scoffed, taking his eyes off the ring and back to the punching bag Ueda held in place for him.
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