Kota stood rigid, his fists clenched tightly, the veins on his arms bulging with pent-up rage. He couldn't stand to be humiliated again and again, this time he NEEDS to win.
So he couldn't be treated as a low life anymore. He couldn't stand it.
Haruto, on the other hand, remained composed, his posture relaxed yet ready, as if the fight was already won in his mind.
"I will kill you! Bastard!" Kota charged first, his footsteps heavy against the ground.
With a roar, he swung a wild haymaker aimed at Haruto's head. But he sidestepped effortlessly, his movements fluid like water.
"Too slow," Haruto mocked, "This is the reason why your loved one hates you, Kota. you are a fucking loser."
"FUCK YOU! WHAT DID YOU KNOW ABOUT ME!" Kota growled, spinning around for another attempt.