Mondo hit at the punching bag in the gym room. Curious, Ishimaru came up behind him. Each hit shook the bag erratically. Finally the older stopped, wiping off sweat with his sleeve. He turned around, and then backed up.

Fighting the heart attack waiting to happen, he ignored it with smiling awkwardly, "Ishimaru, what's up?"

"What are you doing?" He clearly wasn't that interested in what exactly was happening, because he looked unimpressed already.

Ouch. Mondo eventually felt a normal pulse within him, "I'm just practicing for the new club."

"What new club?" Ishimaru then grew curious reluctantly.

"My boxing club!" The gang leader looked proud of himself.

Ishimaru's eyebrows rose and nearly came together with the look he made. But he'd humor this brute, "So how do you plan on having this club work around here?"

The older let out a noise like it was obvious, "By telling the others, of course!"

The hall monitor nodded slowly, "Right." This room was mostly Sakura and Mondo's domain. It was intimidating to the others because of that. He looked at how excited this male was getting.

Mondo suddenly pushed him slightly, getting into a defensive stance. He slowed slightly in a pout, "Come on, Ishimaru! Do it for me, babe!"

The younger blushed at his lover slightly. He secretly liked the pet names, but he'd never admit such a shameful thing aloud. For now he would give in. He started up his own defensive stance, making sure he kept even footing.

Hands up, they circled halfway before Mondo tried to land a punch. It was a lot more difficult than he originally would have thought, so he had more fun this way.

It went on for dragging moments. Eventually Mondo caught his boyfriend off guard, punching him in the chest.

It knocked the hall monitor to the floor, making Mondo nervous. He knelt down to look over the fallen form.

Ishimaru made a face. It made him regret doing such a thing to the dark-haired. Cradling the body in his arms, he made sure to give the face quick kisses of apology.

Whenever he was unsure where this sweet side was, Ishimaru had the bad habit of giving in to something. Usually it was looking in pain of some sort, but it was worth it. His lover was right there to comfort him, no matter what the cost.

He allowed himself to be helped up, but dramatically fell farther into the bug. Knowing he couldn't be seen, he smiled widely. Mondo could have his boxing club, but only if he could keep taking these chances.

Mondo pulled away, and then took the hand, "Do you feel better?"

Playing it up, the younger watched the ground, shrugging slightly, "I would if you kept holding me."

Moving to sit them on the bench, Mondo did just that. He didn't care if any of their other trapped classmates saw them together like this.

By now the oaf had figured out what Ishimaru was doing, but he didn't mind. The gang leader was glad his efforts to make Ishimaru more comfortable weren't wasted.

"Wait… are you joining the club or not?"