Ken nods, sitting up. There's no worry, no squeamishness; Ken's got a stronger stomach than perhaps any other person living, and he knows Chikusa's borderline nonexistent awareness of pain better than anyone. He's not worried he'll hurt Chikusa, and if he has guidance then he doesn't think he can screw this up.
He looks at the guy in the glasses, almost defiantly. "So? Show me what to do already, byon!"
With how many injuries take place in boxing, and how much both boys have no doubt flung themselves into horrendous situations that have left a lot of blood splattered, they both seem pretty startled at Chikusa's nonchalance and Ken's immediate demands. To the surprise of no one, Ryohei bounces back first with his fists clenched. "YEAH! Such extreme teamwork can't be beat!"
"Don't agree without me saying anything! I can't keep doing this forever!"
Still, despite his complaints, Aoba tips his glasses up once again after a moment, mouth grimacing in pain occasionally from the strain. As patiently as he can be, he starts to point out the areas that need to be pressed together. Thus begins the long process of cooperation between three noisy jackasses.
Chikusa is quiet the entire time, of course. All he does is stare, watching as the three try to work together.
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He looks at the guy in the glasses, almost defiantly. "So? Show me what to do already, byon!"
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"Don't agree without me saying anything! I can't keep doing this forever!"
Still, despite his complaints, Aoba tips his glasses up once again after a moment, mouth grimacing in pain occasionally from the strain. As patiently as he can be, he starts to point out the areas that need to be pressed together. Thus begins the long process of cooperation between three noisy jackasses.
Chikusa is quiet the entire time, of course. All he does is stare, watching as the three try to work together.