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hajime-no-ippo-take-care-of-yourself-or-i-will
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJF1sc2P-d8&t=430s
Ippo sighed heavily as he pulled the door to Coach Kamogawa's office closed, head bowed. He wasn't long in his melancholy however, for when he looked up, he noted that there were three sets of dark eyes on him, staring at him like he was the lone, chubby lamb in a pack of wolves.
"Sooo... you got your first licks, huh, Ippo?" Takamura, self-proclaimed top banana and genuine strongest and most capable boxer of the Kamogawa Gym, grinned as he leaned against the wall, broad arms folded as he looked down at the far less brash young man.
Ippo's face was aflame with the remnants of his tears and his lasting shame at disappointing his beloved Coach. He bowed his head and hoped the world would swallow him, boxing gloves and all.
"Yeah! How many didja get?" Aoki asked, looking from Takamura to Kimura knowingly. They had bets on how many whacks of the cane that Coach would deliver based on the Kamogawa's face when he'd called Makunouchi over, and each were planning to win big.
Kimura nodded sagely, always the more level of the three, looking at the fledgling boxer with a disarming smile, "Just so we can compare, Ippo. To see how it tallies up with what WE'VE had, you know?"
Ippo's large dark eyes sparkled a bit at this, the bird fluttering in his chest settling to a perch, and he smiled hesitantly, before a shadow came over him, and he looked up at the towering form of his hard-hitting senpai very much like the last moments of a mouse in the wake of a hungry tomcat, "Come on, lil Ippo, tell ol' Takamura..." the heavyweight grinned toothily like a shark leering over unsuspecting seal pup, prodding a big tan forefinger into the much smaller youth's ribs. The kid couldn't have gotten more than 6... the old man wouldn'tve had the heart or whatever to hurt 'im anymore. Ippo was a featherweight in more ways than one, and the thought of that made the origin of the Dynamite Punch guffaw maniacally to himself.
Aoki, Kimura just stared at the big lug, eyebrows cocked. Best not to ask what the hell THAT was about lest he give 'em both a 'playful' sleeper hold that knocked 'em out for half a day.
The youngest of the four boxers was beside himself at the attention, blushing, very much enjoying being part of the group despite how embarrassed he was, as he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. He felt like one of the guys! So there WAS an upside to Coach giving him a...um... that!
"O-oh... u-um, gosh...! I couldn't count... maybe... maybe 40... 40?" Ippo looked at his bandaged fingers for help, trying to totter up the numbers. He stopped as he found that a sudden deathly silence had fallen around him with all the gravity of a collapsed house. The young boxer looked up and around at the others, blinking innocently, "Guys...?"
Takamura's frown was firm and set like a bear's grimace, his mind working a mile a minute. The old man clobbered the kid with 40 lashes?! What the hell?! He'd only ever gotten 16! And to do it to Ippo... the old bastard had his head screwed on loose! He'd freakin' set the old man straight! The damn kid's skin must'a broke! He probably was gonna be goddamned SCARRED!! Takamura's knuckles were white, his whole tanned body a flexing, bronzed mountain of sinew and now rage, his white teeth set and gritted, unable to move or say anything lest he go off the handle. It wasn't that he cared about that kid ONE bit! It was just... he wouldn't have that brat have THIS over him! Yeah! It wasn't that he was PROTECTIVE of Ippo! Takamura was out for number one! HE WAS JUST FUCKIN' PISSED IS ALL HE DIDN'T CARE IF THE GODDAMNED KID FELL DOWN THE FREAKIN' SHITTER!! As Takamura protested his buried feelings passionately to himself, Ippo went on unfazed despite Aoki and Kimura sensing their senpai's ire and taking several wise paces aback.
"I didn't think just a hand could hurt so much through TWO sets of clothes..." Ippo flustered, pressing his fingers together and stammering in embarrassment, "The coach is really strong, huh?"
Takamura's shoulders twitched, and his head turned, deathly slowly on his strong neck, reminding Kimura of one of those late night horror flicks that he and Aoki would watch together after work, and he took several paces back, dragging his best friend with him. Making distance.
"Ippo... you sayin'... you got the hand... over yer gym clothes?" Takamura spoke evenly, with remarkable restraint (for a man with no concept of the word), temples sweating, the veins there threatening to burst with his barely restrained wrath.
The youngest boxer blinked innocently up at the much bigger man, his black eyes saucers. He swallowed, blushing at the thought as a bandaged hand went to the seat of his gym pants, rubbing at the soreness radiating beneath, "Mm, mm..."
In the next moment, Ippo was locked under a broad, tanned arm, and fighting with all his might to keep a hold of his pants as his senpai tore them down, threatening the younger fighter with the spanking of his life, "Whhaaa!! What're you DOING, Takamura-saaaan!?!?"
"I'LL GIVE YA SOMETHIN' TO GODDAMN CRY ABOUT, YA LITTLE CHEAT!!"
"Uuuahhh!!"
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