Disclaimer: I don't own KHR. I don't even own a single tankoban. This was inspired by chapter 62 pages 5-6 (actually, the first part is pages 5-6).
Ryohei jogged down the street, throwing punches at the air.
"Morning is still the best time for a road workout!" he said to himself, not worried about the recent attacks on Namimori students.
"To the limit" -pant- "of my power" -pant- "reach for it" -pant. He kept chanting his mantra as he jogged.
"Hey there, are you Sasagawa Ryohei?"
Ryohei stopped jogging with his right arm still extended and turned to see who was talking.
"What do you want?" he asked. Then he recognized the uniform the person was wearing, and his brain put together an (incorrect) explanation.
"Hm… that uniform is… I know! You're transferring here from another school just to join my boxing club! Well, you're a rash kid!"
The other teenager tried to interrupt but Ryohei didn't stop talking.
"It doesn't worry me though! As long as you love boxing, I'll welcome you into my club!"
Ken rubbed his chin thoughtfully. This was the perfect opportunity to fill his orders.
"Well~ that works too. If you can beat me, I'll join your club."
*~*~*
Ken returned to Kokuyou Center a lot later than he should have. He had a miserable expression on his face and Mukuro noted that there were several bandages on his face and arms. He also seemed to be wearing the Namimori uniform, for some reason.
"So, where were you, Ken?" Chikusa asked.
Ken looked away with an embarrassed air.
"At the boxing club."
A/N This is my first story, and I'm sorry for putting your eyes through that pain. Please point out mistakes or stuff that seem weird.