Prince Of Fighting

Independent Utapri blog for Ryuuya Hyuuga. Tracking: #PrinceOfFighting Some icons from ask-kurusu-syo Some made by me, so please don't steal

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He just doesn’t even want to know. He’ll just assume that Ringo has everything under control and, if not, he’ll just pick up the mess later.

“Happy birthday, I guess?”

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Ooc: To the people who for some reason decided to follow me, I will like to note that this blog (and all my other blogs) is essentially inactive. I don’t roleplay anymore, outside of jumping on certain blogs to mess with my friends. If you are someone who doesn’t like having inactive blogs on your following list, feel free to unfollow, as the next time I come on this blog will probably be five months from now or something.

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Not sure if he should toss everyone their clothes and demand they put them back on... or grab popcorn and enjoy the stupidity that comes from the actual dares.

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“I think a vacation is in order...” It’s not even noon and he’s tired.

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“Happy birthday, Hyuuga-sensei!” Walking up to the teacher, Syo beamed and held out a rectangular dark blue box wrapped with a white ribbon. Inside and hidden under a few folds of tissue paper was a brand new pair of stylish black leather motorcycle gloves. The gloves weren’t quite the entire present, however. A folded letter was tucked inside one of the gloves, the paper peeking out so that Ryuuya was sure to notice it. The letter itself was a thank-you of sorts, because although Syo had said much the same in the past, it wasn’t always easy to say all that he wanted to at any given time. 

Hyuuga-sensei,

I’ve said it before, but I doubt I’ll ever stop saying it unless you tell me to. Thank you. You were my idol for years, and then I was lucky enough to have you as my teacher. Now we’re colleagues and coworkers, and even though we’re both professionals, I still look up to you because of how much you’ve inspired me and taught me over the years. 

I know I wouldn’t be where I am today without you, and I mean that. It started off with loving your character in the Prince of Fighting series, but you’ve been an inspiration to me as your character and as yourself. It might sound silly or stupid, but as a little kid, having your show to watch every day and watching you act and do all those cool stunts… It was the escape and the inspiration I needed to make sure I never gave up. You helped me want to become stronger; to keep fighting. You didn’t know it at the time, but you never failed to make me smile when I needed it most, and that’s why I decided I wanted to become someone who can make other people smile when they need it too. I don’t think I can put into words how grateful I am for that, or how glad I am that I’ve had the chance to get to know you and work with you. 

You’re still just as amazing as I thought you were back then, and I couldn’t be more honored and proud to keep learning from you and continue working alongside you. You deserve the best birthday possible, so I hope it’s a great one. Happy birthday, Hyuuga-sensei.

— Syo Kurusu

“Thank you, Syo!” With a bright smile at his former student, Ryuuya took the offered present, already working on opening it. His smile grew as he saw the gloves, taking them out of the box to feel their texture and pausing as he noticed a folded up piece of paper in one of them. Taking it out, he took the time to set the gloves to the side as he unfolded and read through the letter.

As he read through the letter, there were moments where he had to pause in his reading simply to take in the words that he just read. The amount of emotion within the words settled on his chest, giving rise to a warm feeling as he reached the end of the letter. Smile growing as he re-read the letter once more, he finally set it down in order to reach over to lay a hand on top of Syo’s head, ruffling his hair through his hat.

“The gloves are nice, so thanks for them. And the letter... that’s possibly the greatest gift I could ever ask for. Just knowing that I can make someone smile; knowing that I can inspire someone to work as hard as you do... I know birthdays are supposed to be a time to reflect on your life and feel proud of what you accomplished, and I have never felt prouder about my work than I do at this moment. You don’t have to thank me for all that, but since you did, I have to thank you for being you. You’re actually pretty inspiring yourself, just so you know. But really... thank you, Syo.”

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"Happy birthday, Hyuga-Sensei! It's a shame this isn't a national holiday! You deserve it! But for now, here." Syo handed him a present wrapped in Majinda wrapping paper. Inside? Just a simple yet cool and fashionable silver necklace with a dog tag styled piece of silver in the middle with Ryuya's initials on it. He'd thought it compliment Ryuya's buff neck.

“That’s definitely an idea I would enjoy, Kurusu. Get time off work and spend it doing something cool like climbing mount Everest or something. Maybe I can take next year off.” With a small chuckle at the wrapping paper covered in his robotic mask, he carefully opened it and took out the necklace, admiring the craftsmanship and detail for a moment before putting it on. “Thank you, Kurusu, it’s amazing!”

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class-a-clarinetist:

“You think everyone would forget such an important day without my help?~ Impossible!~ They don’t need my antics to remember you!~ I’m just their alarm clock!~”

Maybe he should try and be nice now though. He planted a quick kiss on Ryuuya’s cheek. “But seriously, Happy Birthday Ryuuya~”

“Pretty sure you’re their alarm clock for more than just remembering my birthday. Sometimes you literally are their alarm clock.”

He accepted the cheek kiss with a small smile, enjoying the small gesture of affection. “Thank you. I really do appreciate you remembering and all that, even if I act annoyed.”

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class-a-clarinetist:

“But it’s my job to mention your age on your birthday~ No one else can really get away with it~ Is threatening violence really an appropriate reaction to my usual jokes~”

“It’s the usual reaction to your usual jokes, so yes.” He let his frown remain for a moment longer before sighing in defeat. “Whatever, no use hiding. Surely the entire agency knows after your announcement.”

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class-a-clarinetist:

“Well I was going to be nice~ But since you were a rude old man who demanded silence or you’ll hit me, I had to retaliate~”

“You’re the one who came in to insult my age. You came in and attacked me. I’m the one who retaliated in self-defense.”

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class-a-clarinetist:

Oh yes that was exactly what he was going for, holding back a giggle. “Oh no!~ His memory is going too!~ Forgetting his own wedding and hitting his husband, he must be going senile!~”

“YOU—! Bah, what ever happened to treating the birthday boy with respect? Or even the elderly with respect, since you are so focused on that?”

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"Happy birthday Ryuya-senpai!" Syo greeted the older male and outstretched his hand. In the center of his palm was mini cake from this new bakery that had opened up a few blocks away from his apartment. "I hope ya had a good one!"

The elder male couldn’t help the small smile at his student’s enthusiasm. “Thank you, Kurusu. I have to say, it really was, and this just makes it better.” Now excuse him as he bites into a tasty looking mini cake.

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Since it's his birthday she made him a carrot cake cupcake though it only had one candle to make him feel less old (and because you can't fit that many candles on a cupcake)

Even though it was only a cupcake, he will still gratefully accept it, blowing out the candle and removing it before taking a bite to enjoy the flavour. “Thank you, Jinguji. It’s delicious.”

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class-a-clarinetist:

Ringo really needed to pay better attention to his surroundings, not that Ryuuya was actually hurting him. “Spousal abuse!~ Spousal abuse!~ Someone help!~ My old man of a husband is beating me!~”

That caused the tapping to pause as Ryuuya registered what Ringo just said. “Husb—WHAT!?! We’re not even married yet! False claims! How dare you besmirch my good name with your lies!”

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Yamato knew he would not seamlessly be able to give Ryuuya him 31 punches seamlessly without being counter-attacked so he decided to combine them into one really big punch that hit Ryuua's arm as Yamato approached. "Yo... Happy Birthday. I'd call you old but you're always old to me." He set down a box that first opened to the gift of a pair of socks and the exact same tie he got him last year, but below the tissue paper of that layer was a new motorcycle helmet and fire decals to put on the bike

The punch, unfortunately, hits its mark, making Ryuuya draw a sharp breath as he clutches the abused appendage. With a growl, he turns his attention to his brother, scowling at the other Hyuuga. “I’d call you childish, but you’re always a baby to me, so I guess we’re even.”

Eyes landing on the present, Ryuuya reached out and opened it. Seeing the socks and tie (the EXACT same one he was actually currently wearing), he turned a raised eyebrow to his brother, silently asking whether the other was serious. However, there had to be more, as the box was too big just for those items. Pulling the tissue out, the elder male couldn’t help his eyes widening in wonder at the sight of the helmet and decals.

“Thanks, Yama. I’ll definitely use these.”

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class-a-clarinetist:

“Oooooh~ The old man is going to fight me~ I’m so scared~ What, are you going to beat me with your cane?~”

If that’s how the younger male wants to play, Ryuuya would be more than happy to indulge. Reaching out, he casually grabs a nearby meter stick and uses it to lightly tap Ringo’s shoulders. “You asked for it!”

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class-a-clarinetist:

“Hey there old man~ Trying to hide from your age?~”

DAMNIT! He was so close...

“Of course not. I’m simply... enjoying the silence. Ya, that. Now shut up or I will physically fight you.”

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Maybe if he stays really silent, he could be ignored for a few more hours and get away without anyone noticing what day it was.