He patted the dust off of his student's uniform, making sure that he took all of the dust off from the back of the blazer. He had been walking to the teacher's parking lot when he saw Akira standing up from the ground. His student was covered in dust after he had fallen to the dirt, so he was helping him dust off the back of his legs and his blazer, making sure that he avoided the personal parts of his student.

"...Thank you Kuroko-sensei." Akiras face was bright red as his teacher helped him look presentable again. He was dusting off the front of his clothes and rearranged his short, but stylish brown hair. Akira was avoiding eye contact with his teacher the entire time.

He hummed happily as he continued to dust off his student, using his handkerchief to rub away some of the more stubborn dirt, " it's no problem Akira-kun, just please be more careful when using the stairs."

Akira had stammered out a lie that he had fallen down the stairs, and Kuroko knew that his student was lying. He could tell based on the redness of his knuckles that he had just gotten into a fight. And based on the way he was pretty much left without a scratch, he knew that Akira had won.

But he was just going to go along with the lie Akira had just told him and let the student think he got away with it.

Ah, memories.

So many fond memories of him winning fights at school, but his opponents being too ashamed to admit that their tiny classmate kicked their asses. Memories of teachers coming across the aftermath of the fight, and instead of assuming that he had been the one to incapacitate the school bullies. They instead asked him if he had seen the culprit. Because no one would ever suspect that the tiny first year would have been able to beat students who were already almost men

He wonders if Akira has the same memories yet.

Akira is a little bit taller than him, but compared to the other sports teams that needed tall players, he was tiny. With his soft face and his light brown eyes and hair, he did not give off any semblance of intimidating energy. Well maybe, if you found kittens to be intimidating.

But Kuroko knew better.

He rubbed a little bit harder on the stain, frowning when he saw that it wasn't coming off. Especially when he realized that it was not a stain one would get from the earth

"Oh, I'm afraid this stain isn't coming off, I can clean it for you if you'd like?" Kuroko had a feeling that Akira didn't have anyone to teach him how to remove certain stains. And by god, he had thrown away so many clothing items until he discovered the ever so informational mommy blogs on the internet.

Leave to women to master the science of getting blood stains out of clothes.

Akira pulled on his blazer as he looked over his shoulder to look at it. His face fell a little bit when he saw the stain," Aw man, this is my only one, can you really get the stain out?"

Kuroko hummed reassuringly as he helped Akira take off his blazer, spreading out the material to get a better look at the stain. It wasn't a bad stain, especially since it was a dark red against a navy blue, but if it was Akiras only blazer, it had to be cleaned. It wasn't that noticeable, but the knowledge that he had a stain on his back would make him self-conscious.

He spoke," Yes, its quite easy if you know what you are doing. Swing by my class before school starts and I'll give it to you."

Akira brightened up at that and thanked his teacher almost profusely. And within a few minutes, the student was on his way home, hunched over to make himself seem smaller and less significant.

Kuroko smiled at the sight.

Ah, memories.

Wrath watched almost impassively as Black snapped his fingers above the newcomers' face, trying to make the newbie wake up after a nasty punch to the jaw." I think he might need a hospital, Black." Despite them going through that dreadful year at the beginning of their high school careers, along with university and now their current careers. The two of them still hadn't dropped their favorite pastime. It was even easier to hide it now that they were adults. Sure, they had some trouble explaining the cash they earned each week since they did not earn it legally, but they just kept it hidden away to solve that problem.

Nevertheless, now that they were the older fighters, it was their turn to guide the young ones into either surviving, or thriving in the cutthroat nature of the fight club.

Which led them to the current situation. They were trying to wake up one of the 'unnamed' fighters they had taken under their wing.

Well, he wasn't unnamed, he just hadn't told Wrath his fight name yet.

Black frowned as he snapped his fingers again over the teenager's unconscious face," Lets wait until he wakes up before we drag him to the hospital." His partner grunted in agreement.

Giving up on the snapping, he gently patted the young fighter's cheek," Hey, Ire, wake up." An eyebrow twitched.

Wrath perked up at that," Ire? what type of name is Ire?" There was a tone of smugness and amusement in Wrath's voice, one that Black was quick to crush.

"Ire is a synonym of wrath you moron. Besides, I'm named after an actual color so he has a better name than me."

Wrath mulled over that, "Huh...you really have a shitty name don't ya?"

"Compared to some of the other names, no," some of the other fighters had some really weird names. The weirdest ones being the ones that named themselves after certain anime characters," But compared to yours and Ire's, yes."

"Hey hey," Black sighed when he heard that tone, he already knew Wrath was going to say something that was either stupid or something that would mildly annoy him," change your name to Rage or something."

Looks like this time, he wanted to look stupid and mildly annoy him, "Yes, lets have three fighters all with names that are synonyms to anger. That's a great idea Wrath."

Wrath dismissively shrugged one shoulder, "I'm pretty sure one of the Chinese fighters is already named Anger in their native language, so yeah, seems like a solid idea to me. Or you can always name yourself Scar, they already call you that anyways." Wrath suggested that, knowing full well just how much he hated that name.

"You're an idiot.

"Ugh..." They both stopped their bickering when they heard Ire groan. His brown eyes blinked rapidly as he stared up at the ceiling, seemingly trying to figure out what had happened and where he was. While Ire had enough common sense to cover up his hair and face with the appropriate items, it seems as if he hadn't realized that he needed colored contacts if he wanted to make himself unrecognizable. Not that it would have made a difference, Black had figured out who Ire was long ago.

He just hadn't told Ire that he knew.

Yet.

"Oh hey, he's awake," Wrath pushed off from his position on the wall and approached them.

Black almost rolled his eyes as he dryly said," I can see that, how are you feeling?" He helped Ire slowly sit up, the younger fighter rubbing at his jaw bitterly as he did so.

"Like I just got my ass kicked." Ire let Black turn his head to the side so the both of them could get a look at it. His chin was already starting to swell up, and they could tell that by the next day, his jaw was going to be all sorts of bruised and unsightly. They should probably teach him how to use makeup to cover up bruises.

Wrath nodded his head side to side as he thought about the reasoning behind Ire's statement," Yeah that sounds just about right, anyways..."

Between the two of them, they were able to determine that Ire did not get a concussion from the fall and that he was safe to go home. Well not safe, since it was almost three in the morning. But at least he wasn't at risk for stumbling to his death.

Black discreetly stared at Ire from the corner of his eye as Wrath continued to ask questions and quiz Akira on his mistakes.

He didn't know Akira's entire story, but he knew that it wasn't good for a young 15-year old to be there at the ring.

Granted, it's not like he was in his twenties when he started fighting, but he knew that the average 15-year-old would not be fighting for the shits and giggles.

He fought so he could have a release for his anger and frustration with life.

Wrath fought so he could support himself so he could take some of the financial burdens off of his parent's shoulders and also to release that stress he got as a result.

And considering the fact that Ire was a calm and quiet boy everywhere but the ring. Black had a feeling that the two of them were far too alike, despite the nearly 10-year difference between the two of them.

He could only hope that he was wrong and being irrational.

"Alright young one," Ire bristled at Wrath's comment, making Black chuckle since Ire was less than ten years younger than them. Wrath gathered up Ire's belongings and pushed them into their owner's hands," Its time for you to go home, you still have school tomorrow. Make sure you cover up that bruise with something." Predictably, Ire pouted at the order to go home. Behind their masks, the two adults grinned at his reaction. They understood why he didn't want to leave yet, but the kid still had school and responsibilities out of beating people and getting beaten.

"Ok, I guess, see you guys tomorrow?" They grinned at the hopeful look that was in Akiras eyes. Even though the boy was certainly a diamond in the rough, they appreciated his eagerness to learn from them.

Wrath playfully gave Ire some finger guns that gave Black secondhand embarrassment, Even Ire made a face at the way Wrath was being a fool," You know it, hurry up and get out of here. Growing boys need their sleep."

"Fine," Ire dragged out the word as he rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his face.

Just as Ire was opening the door to leave, Black stopped him," Oh yeah, here," Black threw the navy blue blazer at the teenager. It was freshly cleaned and free of almost all of the stains. He had even taken the time to mend the sections where the thread had came loose, all Ire needed to do was to give the blazer a quick iron and it would be ready for school.

Ire caught it and promptly made an 'oh fuck' face when he realized what he was holding.

Although Ire couldn't see it, there was a shit-eating grin under Blacks' mask as he said," Don't be late to class Akira-Kun." The door swung close just in time for them to see Ire's face of horror and then realization. Black wished he could have seen his face of indignation.

He honestly thought that Akira should have figured it out earlier, especially since he had seen his scar more than once. But for Akiras' sake, he was just going to assume that he didn't connect Black the fighter and Kuroko the teacher simply because of the change in personality and appearance.

Wrath cackled, his hands wrapping around his stomach as he threw his head back." You just had to do that! Didn't ya?!"

Black grinned.

"I'm almost offended that you had to ask