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Breakfast
Furuichi leaned on the counter that would remain sticky no matter how many times he cleaned it and just watched. The waiter watched the brunet wolf down several helpings of Sapporo Ramen. If it weren't for the television set his boss placed behind the counter in the 1990's, Furuichi wouldn't have known who the brunet was.
Oga "The Brawler" Tatsumi, world renowned prize fighter, spent every Sunday morning eating the same bowls of ramen for breakfast.
"Ahh," Oga patted his belly contentedly, "Great as always."
Furuichi was already halfway to the table, "Would you like another bowl?"
"Nope. ¥1,600, right?"
"Right."
Furuichi gathered the dishes, and when he returned was thoroughly surprised to see the prizefighter still seated at the booth. "Can I help you with something else, sir?"
Oga merely gestured to the vacant seat across from him. "Please. Sit."
Furuichi slowly lowered himself into the seat.
"Ah, you know what? This is kind of embarrassing." Oga scratched the back of his head, "I think I left my wallet at home."
"Oh!" Furuichi's eyes widened, then his face relaxed into a smile. The owner kept contact forms behind the counter for times like this. "Tell you what, win the next fight and I'll pay for this meal and the meal after that."
Oga grinned, "And if I don't win?"
"Then you pay for the meals plus a batsu game."
Furuichi didn't know how far the prize fighter would go with him, but Furuichi didn't see the harm of tossing his hat into the ring. "Deal. But if I do end up winning," Oga stood to deliciously tower over Furuichi to whisper into the silvernette's ear, "We'll play a game of my own."
Furuichi bit his lip as Oga walked away. This was definitely a win- win situation.