#OO8 - Punch

You excused yourself to use the restroom but when you came back into the chief's office, Ohma's hand was on his throat and lifting him up.

You scurried over next to Kazuo in shock and fear. Turns out, Mr. Nogi hadn't allowed Ohma to fight in the tournament as their representative fighter. He was going to choose Sen Hatsumi instead, who just so happened to enter the room.

You were in shock at this situation. Ohma had a quick fight with Sen Hatsumi which revealed something about him that you had never seen before. He turned red and he looked scary. He didn't look as human as he used to.

The chief put a stop to the fight and he turned back.

Meanwhile, Sen Hatsumi flirted with you and Kaede Akiyama.

"We have a new gem in our hands. Who might you be?" He flirted.

"Let me introduce you, Sen. This is Ohma and that's his wife, Mrs. Tokita." The chief said.

"H-Hello..." You stuttered.

"Wow, even a reject like you could get a wife. Incredible."

Soon, they discussed about Kegan challenge matches, some shady underground fights that granted you membership to the Kengan association.

You watched Kazuo get paler by each word the chief said. Of course, Ohma made the decision for Kazuo and they would fight within 2 days.

The three of you left the building, both you and Kazuo in shock.

Luckily, Ohma's kengan challenge was after your work hours so you could watch him. You, Kazuo, Ohma and Kaede Akiyama waited backstage. Kazuo encouraged him and pumped him up whilst you patched up his wounds from Lihito since the patches were worn out.

"Ohma, are you ticklish?" You asked him, slowly pulling off a patch, it was similar to a bandaid."I don't know. Don't try and find out." He replied. You didn't try since you were afraid of accidentally getting punched in the face by him. You peeled the last patch and placed it on the wound on his chest.

"Do your best, alright? Or else i'll never see you again. Really, i'll move away from the second hand embarrassment i'd get if you lost!" You laughed loudly, patting his fluffily messy dark hair.

There were many people, crowded under an abandoned tunnel where the fight took place.

Ohma was now known under Yamashita Corporation. You watched closely, hoping that Ohma would win without a struggle against his opponent. Turns out, he sure did.

With just one strong punch, his opponent's face was distorted. You gasped and your hands went to the front your mouth. The crowd burst out into cheers and so did you.

He did it, just like that. You had sparkles in your eyes, you admired him so much at that moment.

He turned to you with a smirk, you couldn't hear him very well due to the cheering and yelling of the audience but you could make out what his lips had mouthed.

"F/N L/N, we won."

You smiled at him. The three of you went out to celebrate.

The Kengan tournament was to beheld within a week. You dreaded having to ask for a 10 day short resignation notice but you worked with the utmost efficiency and even beamed with a smile throughout the entire week. This surprisingly worked well and your boss didn't suck as much as he usually does.

This made it easier for him to approve of your resignation. You delivered the good news to Ohma and Kazuo but it was mostly just you and Kazuo celebrating together.

The night before the day of the Kengan tournament, Kazuo went out to drink with a friend while you accompanied Ohma wilst he trained.

His locations were always lonely and isolated which scared you, but you knew you could trust him to take care of you if anything ever happened. After all, you yourself believed he was the strongest too.

You watched behind him in admiration, holding his shirt, towel and water bottle. You had bought him a reusable water bottle as a gift to keep instead of always having a plastic one. He got a little stingy at you when he found out you bought one that was pink and had cute hearts on it. You intentionally bought him that one since you thought it was funny.

He stopped and took a deep breath. He walked over to you and tiredly leaned onto you, almost making you both fall to the ground.

"You okay? Get off me, you're heavy man.""Water." You gave him his pink and cutesy water bottle, giggling a tiny bit seeing him drink from it.

"More.""Okay, okay. There's a refilling station near here i'm pretty sure. Give me a second."

You went off, using your phone as a flashlight. You were careful not to get lost. You refilled his water bottle to the brim before returning.

However upon your return you saw Ohma with a mysterious man with long purple hair. His aura was menacing. You stood there, watching them.

You could hear their conversation. It felt like you weren't supposed to hear anything but you were frozen.

You finally came up to Ohma with his water once the man had left.

"Uhm, here's your water." You gave it to him."Let's go home and get some rest. I'm staying at your place." He said.

"Wait, what? What about your clothes for tomorrow? You already done packing?" You asked. He nodded and said that he had brought it along with him here. Your place was about a few minutes nearer to the dock than his was.

You sighed.

"How many shirts did you pack?""One. I'm wearing it now-"Your fist had met with his gut."You need to pack at least 3 shirts! Regular people pack one for each day since it's a five day event, but since you're Ohma then 3 does it." You said."I didn't pack any...""Uhm, I have some shirts my ex boyfriend left here. I don't know if they'd fit you though."

You rummaged through your closet, giving him 5 shirts.

He took his shirt off and struggled to put your ex boyfriend's shirt on. He managed to fit into one but it was still tight, almost breaking.

You laughed like a hyena whilst he looked unamused.

"Oh, that's funny as hell! Sorry Ohma. I really don't think any of these fit you. Let's go over to your place tomorrow early in the morning to get your shirts." You wiped tears of laughter away. He smiled at the sight of you laughing.

"Anyway, get outta my room and go sleep on the couch. Here's a pillow and blanket." You gave him spares.

"You are an incredibly abusive wife." He joked. You chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, Ohma."