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Kuroh wore a blue T-shirt with a black leather jacket. To match were a black pair of jeans and sneakers. He dropped a message to let Shiro know his doctor’s visit had gone well. He knew the other would likely not see the message until later in the afternoon, and turned off his phone placing it in the black bag that rested on his lap. Looking out the window, Kuroh observed people walking about; children laughing, people rushing to work, and others sitting down to rest their eyes. He couldn’t stop the smile from forming as he stepped off the train to make his way to work.
He greeted the receptionist at the front before making his way into the staff room. Opening the locker he took off his jacket and placed his briefcase next to it. Kuroh changed into his kendo uniform and swiftly tied his hair up in a bun as he made his way into the class. When Kuroh entered the dojo he was greeted by: children running around the room, another one was busy poking the instructor Mr.Haruto the instructor, and some of them were attempting to climb the wall.
Kuroh cleared his throat, “Everyone,”
They immediately all turned toward him, and if any students did not hear their friends quickly got them together.
“SENSEI KUROH” a girl screamed.
The kids began to bombard him and hug him.
“Hello, to you too class,”
“WE MISSED YOU SENSEI,” they screamed.
“We thought you died, Sensei,” a young boy said through tears.
“No, I’m fine,” he quickly reassured the young man
He turned to glare at Haruto-san, an older man a couple of centimeters shorter than Kuroh who loved Kendo., He often wore his full kendo gear at the dojo which hid his brown hair that held his grey streaks.
“Thank you for watching over my class Haruto-san,” Kuroh bowed to the best of his ability as the children climbed him.
“It was no issue Kuroh-kun,” The man just smiled before heading off to sit in the corner.
Kuroh knew it was time.
His eyes narrowed, “Class,”
Without a word, the students scrambled to their places on the tatami mats and gave a respectful bow to signify the beginning of class.
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Following the end of class, Kuroh waited until all the kids had left with their respective caretakers. Taking off his helmet, Kuroh could feel the sweat that built up and quickly wiped it away with a towel before taking a sip of water.
“Kuroh-kun, you did a great job as always,”
“Not at all, I couldn’t have done it without your guidance,”
“You give me too much credit, your ability speaks for yourself,” Haruto-san flicks his hand and picks up his kendo stick.
“Now, let’s see how you’ve improved Kuroh,” he tossed Kuroh the other stick.
The two exchanged hits quickly, one-moment Kuroh almost hit, but quickly retreated. He was accustomed to having his abilities as support, but that had been gone for a while now. The first match ended with Kuroh getting a tap to the top of his helmet, so he tried again this time focusing on trying to catch up with the instructor's movements. Again he was hit. Again. Then, again. It ended when Kuroh fell to one knee, he was heaving but the other man looked as if he could continue going.
Kuroh wanted to be capable enough to beat this man, he knew he needed more practice. Kuroh could gracefully accept defeat, even if it bothered him.
The older man just chuckled loudly, “You did well today, your form was perfect as always, but you were still rigid,”
Kuroh bowed and thanked Haruto-san again.
“You should hurry and return home, your husband may miss you,”
“Haruto-san-” Kuroh let out an exasperated sigh. “For the umpteenth time- Shiro is not my husband,”
“That’s not what he said, he gushed about how you vowed to protect him at the cost of your own life. That’s marriage, my young boy,” Haruto-san beamed.
Kuroh’s eyebrows shot up, “I am not married to him- I will speak to him about his inability to keep our private conversations private,”
Haruto-san just busted out laughing,” Ehh-young love, I remember when I and my wife used to be like that,”
The annoyance was still present on his face, but Kuroh continued to listen to the man.
The man continued, “She used to make all kinds of excuses as to why we couldn’t be public about our relationship, and over time she got more comfortable until she held my hand in public.”
He paused for a moment and turned to look at Kuroh.
“When she did, I felt like the luckiest man alive,” he gleamed.
Kuroh could feel warmth with every word Haruto-san, “That is truly a gift Haruto-san, I’m glad you two found each other,”
The older man grinned rubbing his nose,“ This old man won’t keep you though, you should return home. Maybe next time you can talk about your husband.”
“For the last-”
“I know, I know go on home though I’m sure he misses you,”
Kuroh rolled his eyes bowing at the older man and taking his leave.
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Entering the empty apartment, he began to set up the rice in the cooker while he went to shower. He knew he was like a statue when he fought. Going up against Munakata and Mitsuki had shown him he still had so much to learn if he continued to practice the way of the sword. Kuroh knew he wanted to continue to improve his swordsmanship, slate or no slate swordsmanship was something that brought him peace of mind.
As prepared the vegetables and meat to go along with the rice he took time to skim over his file from the doctor.
MEDICAL ASSESSMENT:
Kuroh Yatogami
Age: 23
DOB: 1994-XX-XX
Assessment Type: SGI
Results: The patient lacks the hormones to undergo a rut cycle, the last rut was around seven years of age. The body is healthy overall, but there are minimal traces of hormones to undergo a full rut cycle or display any traits of the secondary gender Alpha.
Doctor’s Recommendation:
Meran: biweekly for a year to assist with inducing the body to produce hormones.
Swan: Once daily to assist with opening up scent glands.
Rut Partner: to assist in the production of hormones
Any questions? Contact your doctor at X-XXXX-XXXX
Kuroh felt uneasy the more he looked at it, so he placed the slip in his apron. He pressed the button on his recorder and played as he cooked.
Today’s Master Ichigen’s words spoke of confronting your fears.
The slip suddenly felt a lot heavier.