Growling, he heard the announcer introduce another fighter. Though this would be the first time you found anything.

It was sweet how much you worried about him, how you paced your dorm room until he came back and immediately inspected him for any problems. A few bruises, nothing serious, but you’d probably sigh and scold him. Despite his distracted state, Ace was able to end the match without issue, though not without minor ‘injury’, his opponent managing to take advantage of Ace’s lack of attention and get a few hits in before Ace knocked him on his ass. Climbing into the ring, he wondered what people of this world would think of someone just randomly summoning fire. He was willing to bet you were the most beautiful person in the world in the light of a fire. On top of that, he was starting to wish he could show you what he was capable of, to see a look of awe on your face as you watched him light up the night sky, see the way the light danced across your face. He kind of missed being made of fire, being invulnerable to anything but haki and seastone. His higan, his enkai, hotarubi, his HIKEN! It was all gone. All of his abilities seemed to have disappeared. Heck, aside from the tablet he’d accidentally broken when watching a video, he hadn’t broken a single thing! And the video he’d been watching had been rigged! They’d wanted him to jump! Cute cat video his ass! That was like asking him to break your tablet! Besides, he’d just thrown it against the wall, it’s not like he’d done anything else to it, it’s not like he could do much else to it. He didn’t think he was going to break anything, after you plugged everything in. Paying you to feed him was easy, he was buying various clothes other than what you’d first got him, and your world had so many amusing toys and games! You’d even started teaching him about video games… after he promised not to break anything. If they wanted him to wear ‘protective gloves’ he’d wear them. He still didn’t understand the black, padded, fingerless gloves they made him wear, but at this point, he really didn’t care. People were starting to bet on him now that he’d won a few fights without breaking a sweat, though perhaps that was to be expected. Everyone he’d fought so far had been a pushover. It was his third fight this week and honestly, he was half bored, half amused. The spotlights were blinding, especially in the mostly dark room, but he’d started getting used to it.

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