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“I betcha I could take a full-on punch in the face from you,” Ryuji said suddenly one day while hanging out in the attic of Leblanc.
Akira looked up from his phone. He looked at him with a raised brow. “Why the hell would that matter?”
Ryuji sported a wicked grin and pointed at himself, “Because you’re looking at the resident badass of the Phantom Thieves. I know you’ve been keeping up on your training.”
Akira snorted and shook his head before returning his attention back to his phone. “And your point?”
“I bet you still punch like a bitch,” Ryuji proclaimed with a wolfish grin.
Silence fell between the two.
“…Was that a challenge, Sakamoto?”
“You know it, Kurusu.”
Twenty minutes later, both Akira and Ryuji were sat on the bed in Tae’s examination room. Akira was mostly unhurt, although there was a bit of dull pain in his right hand, but Ryuji had an ice pack held against a broken nose. They both at least had the decency to look ashamed of what they did.
Across from them were their visibly disappointed partners, Tae and Makoto. They didn’t say anything as they just stared at the two.
Akira quickly pointed a finger at Ryuji and said, “It was his idea.”
“Shud ub,” Ryuji growled.
Tae looked over to Makoto and commented, “Told you it was him. You owe me 1,000 yen."
Makoto sighed and facepalmed.