Souichiro showed up, wearing an irritating smirk. He wore the same school uniform he usually did...a hold over from Japan, really...That and he loved the coat. He got to the alley, his smirk widening.
"You must be the guy whose ass I'm going to kick."
That uniform.. Yusuke smirked. His own old, green uniform from Junior High was hanging in his closet, and damn did it bring back memories. He didn't recognize the kid's uniform, though, so he pushed that into the back of his mind. "Yeah. Same to you, little whelp. You ready to eat gravel?" Yusuke wound his arms back a little, twisting his neck with a few audible pops, along with his knuckles. "I'll even let you get the first hit, freshman. Bring it on." He put up his fists, sliding back inot a comfortable stance, a purely condent grin on his face.
Souichiro started to grin widely. He ran in, low to the ground, darting to the left, he brought up a knee, aiming for Yusuke's stomach. He wasn't intending on fooling around, that's for sure...
Serious business it was. Turning to meet him, Yusuke leaned back and brought his left arm down to block, the right reeling back before launching towards the other's cheek in a hook.
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