Antonio Pretends He Didn't Break a Rib

by eyesocketsandsuits

[[ SpaMano oneshots ]] Antonio regretted his life choices as he slammed into the ground. "And that, children, is how not to keep your guard up. What do you think, white-belt? Should we try again?" Every fiber in Antonio's body screamed no. However, that smirk Lovino had on his face spread to Antonio's own. The white-belt stood, knees popping, and shook out his arms.

2. Movies

Antonio thought he was a pretty tolerant person. He worked with kids, after all. He prided himself of being calm and not stressing over things. But, honestly, he just wanted to watch this movie in peace.

Kick.

Antonio closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose. It wasn't even a good jump scare. He opened them again, trying to immerse himself back into the movie.

Kelly slowly moved her way through the abandoned hospital. Suddenly—

Another kick.

Antonio turned around in his seat, frowning at the person behind him.

"Stop looking at me, you creep."

Antonio turned back around. The person hadn't seen his frown. Someone was sitting to his left and right, so he couldn't move seats. And it would be very rude—

Kick.

—to try and find another seat in the middle of the movie. Antonio had an internal struggle. He turned around once again.

"Eh, sorry, but you keep kicking my seat."

"I'm trying to watch the movie."

Antonio faced the movie screen. He let out an angry breath. Kelly was hiding in a supply closet now, trying not to scream. A hand—

Kick.

He heard the person behind him get up, walking quickly down his mostly empty isle of seats. Antonio hopped up as well, following. At least now he could confront the person.

Antonio emerged into the bright lobby, squinting.

The man who had been behind him was heading toward the bathroom. Antonio followed him, reaching out to touch his elbow. The man whirled around, eyes wide.

"Jesus, I didn't hear you behind me, fuck," He held a hand to his heart.

Antonio, despite himself, chuckled. "Sorry! I'm sitting in front of you, and you keep kicking my seat! It's annoying, so if you could stop…" This man was pretty cute. Short but thin, flushed face, hazel eyes. Young. Antonio scratched the back of his head, putting on his winning smile. "Heh, sorry, I'm Antonio." He held out his hand.

The man looked at the hand, looking like he was half ready to bolt. He shook Antonio's hand. "Lovino. There's an empty seat next to mine, if my kicking is bothering you so much."

"Lovino," Antonio repeated.

"You can let go of my hand," Lovino said, raising his chin a little higher.

"Sorry!" Antonio released Lovino's hand.

Lovino turned and walked toward the bathroom. Antonio would be lying if he said he didn't let his eyes slide up and down the retreating figure.