I tap my pencil on the desk as my leg bounces, the image of him in the ring staying in my head as the blood steams off of his biceps and forearms. I bite my thumb as I lean back, sighing slowly, it only took him 15 minutes in total.

I think as I tsk and rub my head, setting my pencil down. I hear the door room open and a long sigh, “So not ready for tomorrow night, all of the fighters are eatin’ and workin’ out.” Jean says and shuts the door.

I turn and look at him, “I bet, exams are tomorrow,” I say as he sets his bag down and flops on his bed, “you nervous?” he asks me.

“Fuck yeah I am,” I grunt and chew my lip, “Everyone got their check ups, everyone is in good shape until they get the shits from eatin’ too much,” I hum as he snorts and chuckles, “you aren’t wrong,”

“It happens every year,” I sigh and head to my bed, sitting down before I lay on my back.

“And yet they never learn,” he says and smiles as his canines poke out. I shake my head and close my eyes, “they are all muscle and nothin’ else,” I say as I hear him chuckle, “but who are the most insane? Us or the fighters?” he asks as I open my eyes and blink, that’s a good question.