#kamogawa gym

[vaderjoh]

So after years of deliberating and just letting it build I decided to catch up to the hajime no ippo manga and that just makes me feel bad because now I need the anime to return. The manga has shown so much character growth for alot of characters good exposition great fights bro..I'll start posting panels again soon

[courtesanofdeath]

Miyata Ichirō

[theanticool]

TIL the author of Hajime no Ippo opened up an actual boxing gym based off Kamogawa Boxing gym from the manga.

Even has Takamura’s statue on top. It’s also not just a tourist trap. It’s a real gym with a real training staff and real professionally trained boxers.

[lol-ktr]

ੈ✩‧₊˚UNSPOKEN DESIRES

・❥・~ ꜱᴛᴀʀʀɪɴɢ. Takamura Mamoru

・❥・~ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ. During an intense day at the Kamogawa Gym, Kimura showcases his precision and skill in shadow boxing, impressing those around him. However, the usual rhythm is disrupted by Takamura’s absence, which draws attention from Aoki and Kimura, as well as Ippo, who arrives looking for him. The mystery deepens before it’s revealed that Takamura is in the locker room, sharing a private moment with another character.

・❥・~ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. 18+ ONLY + MDNI !! fem ! reader, semi public sex, dirty nickname, unprotected sex,pervert Takamura,kissing,vaginal fingering,Toxic Relationship,Vaginal Sex,size difference,Locker Room Sex,choking,smut,nipple play,frustration,carry fucking,cum in pussy

・❥・~ ᴡᴄ. 4.8k

・❥・~ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. Heyaa, here I am again with a Reader x Takamura, I've been asked for this for several months now, I've been doing this all night so if it's incomplete it will be noticed… of course criticism and compliment is always welcome for writing improvement! good reading (ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATION TO DO IT IF THE WORDS DON'T MAKE SENSE THANK YOU FOR BEING COMPREHENSIBLE! )

・❥・~ Taglist : @takarito @after-laughter-come-tears @greenjacketyellowtie @graveyarddust

The Kamogawa Gym vibrated with boxing's familiar symphony: the rhythmic, metallic snap of jump ropes cutting through the air, the light but constant shuffling of soles on the polished floor, and the labored breathing of boxers training intensely in the sweat-laden atmosphere.

Kimura Tatsuya, immersed in his shadow boxing, executed his movements with precision. His fists cut through the air like arrows, each punch producing a characteristic whistle that betrayed their power. His feet, like experienced dancers, glided across the floor with remarkable agility, dodging imaginary attacks with almost artistic grace. "More fluid, even more fluid," he muttered to himself, focused on improving his footwork. In his mind, a threatening jab emerged on his right, and without hesitation, he countered with a left hook, quick as lightning, perfectly executed.

Not far from him, Aoki Masaru was bouncing with seemingly inexhaustible energy. His rope turned at an impressive speed, producing a regular and almost hypnoticwhish whish whishthat resonated in the air. Despite the intensity of his exercise, his face maintained that particular expression, a mixture of intense concentration and the nonchalance that characterized him so well. After several minutes of maintaining this sustained rhythm without faltering, he cast a furtive glance toward Kimura.

"Hey, Kimura, haven't you noticed that the training sessions have become more intense lately?" asked Aoki, maintaining his rhythm without apparent effort, the rope still whistling through the air.

Kimura, continuing his combinations with the same methodical application, responded in a measured voice: "Yeah, I've had that impression too. The coach must certainly have something in mind. I wonder if he's preparing something special for Takamura, or maybe even for Ippo."

Aoki nodded thoughtfully while continuing his exercise. "Now that you mention it, it has been a while since we've had any big fights to sink our teeth into. I'd bet Takamura's cooking something up. That guy's like a volcano, always active, impossible to keep still."

Kimura took a brief pause in his movements, wiping the sweat beading on his forehead with his forearm in a weary gesture, before responding with a small smile: "You've got a point there. With Takamura, it's always the same: either he throws himself into some completely absurd challenge, or he gets it in his head to break a new record. He never does anything halfway."

Yet, as if struck by a sudden realization, Aoki interrupted his exercise, his rope coming to a stop in his hand. Eyes narrowed, he swept the room with renewed attention.

"Hey..." he began, absently scratching the back of his head with an intrigued look. "Now that I think about it... has anyone seen Takamura today?"

Kimura furrowed his brow and turned to his friend, suddenly looking concerned. "Come to think of it... No, I haven't seen him once since we arrived this morning. That's rather unusual."

The two boxers then began to scan every corner of the training room, searching for any trace of their distinctive comrade.

Aoki shrugged with a mixture of resignation and amusement. "I'll bet you anything that big lug is up to something somewhere. With him, silence is rarely a good sign."

It was precisely at that moment that Ippo burst into the room, rushing in as if pursued by all the demons of hell. He stopped abruptly in front of them, short of breath and erratic, one hand on his knee while the other instinctively went to the back of his head, accompanying his embarrassed smile.

"Um... say..." he panted laboriously, as if he'd just run a marathon. "By any chance... have you seen Takamura anywhere?"

Aoki and Kimura exchanged a meaningful look, their eyes meeting in a moment of mutual understanding, before simultaneously bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

"Poor Ippo!" Aoki called out between fits of laughter, his face lighting up with a mocking smile. "You look as lost as a kid who's wandered off in the shopping mall!"

Kimura, arms crossed over his chest and an amused smile on his lips, chimed in: "This is something else! You've barely arrived, and the first thing you do is ask us where Takamura is? Have you developed some special 'Takamura detection' sixth sense or what?"

Ippo, still catching his breath, shrugged with a confused and slightly embarrassed air. "Actually... I just ran into the coach in the hallway... He told me he'd seen Takamura not long ago. But since then, it's been impossible to track him down. I've looked in every possible place I could think of."

Aoki thoughtfully rubbed his chin, adopting a reflective pose. "Hmm, interesting... Did you only look in the gym, or did you check outside too? Because when Takamura decides to disappear, he never does anything halfway. It's his style, everything to excess."

Ippo shook his head negatively, his breathing finally starting to normalize. "No, I haven't seen him around. I thought he might have gone to train somewhere else... but that seems odd. Usually, he's like a leech with the coach, always hanging around him."

Kimura, hands placed on his hips in a casual posture, shrugged with a smirking smile. "Who knows... Maybe he's just gone for his daily jog..."

A heavy silence suddenly fell over the room, broken by Aoki who abruptly turned to Ippo, a new question coming to mind. "By the way... And [Y/N]? Has anyone seen her?"

Ippo, caught off guard by this unexpected question, began looking frantically around him, as if the answer would emerge from the walls. "Oh... Actually, I thought she was training with the coach?"

The three companions then exchanged meaningful looks, each beginning to wonder where the last member of their group might be, and if her absence had any connection to Takamura's.

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You were breathing hard, out of breath. A large hand covered your mouth to muffle your moans. Your body was pressed against the cold locker room wall, your face pulled back by that same hand that almost gagged you.

You were literally drooling from the intense pleasure that Takamura was giving you as he possessed you with animal ferocity.

His free hands roamed eagerly over your body, exploring every curve with burning possessiveness. Your muffled moans echoed in the locker room as his fingers dug into your flesh. As he kissed your neck, the sensation of his lips against your neck, alternating between kisses and bites, made you tremble with desire. In this moment of absolute ecstasy, you completely surrendered to the wild passion consuming you both.

You moaned his name in a trembling, broken voice, bringing a satisfied smile to his lips. Your voice, barely more than a hoarse whisper, devotedly let escape: "Takamura..."

Takamura growls in a husky and possessive voice "Fuck yeah... I love when you say my name like that. Again." which you do immediately, your breathing ragged and broken, trying as best you can to hold back the sounds threatening to escape your lips. "T-Takamura, please... stop torturing me like this..." Your desperate plea only intensifies his desire. Takamura, his powerful hands deeply embedded in the soft flesh of your hips, slowly slides a hand along your body until he reaches your burning core, drawing a long shiver of anticipation from you. He presses his arousal, clearly visible through the thin fabric of his gym sweats, against your backside, savoring each of your reactions as he continues his delicious game of seduction and domination.

"I've barely touched you and look at the state you're in already, completely soaked and desperate like a bitch," he whispered mockingly against your ear. You shot him a dark look, burning with mixed desire and frustration. "Shut the fuck up," you hiss through clenched teeth, which only widened his arrogant and satisfied smile. An uncontrolled moan escaped your lips as he continued his sweet torture, his expert fingers tracing slow and calculated circles on your throbbing core. The combination of his precise caresses and his hot breath against your neck made you tremble so violently that your legs threatened to give way under the intensity of pleasure. Your lips, bruised from being bitten to stifle your moans, let escape tiny pearls of blood that you didn't even notice, too lost in the sensations overwhelming you. Takamura, finally freeing your mouth from his possessive hand, slowly slid it toward your chest still trapped in your tank top. His skilled fingers found a breast that he began to tease with obvious delight, drawing new sighs of pleasure from you.

His expert fingers played with your breast, kneading it with increasing intensity, alternating between soft caresses and firmer pinches that made you squirm with pleasure. Each twist of your hardened nipples sent waves of intense sensations through your body, making you moan without restraint. Takamura seemed to take perverse pleasure in watching you writhe under his attentions, his free hand continuing its merciless exploration of your soaked intimacy. The combination of his expert fingers on your chest and his precise caresses on your most sensitive part kept you in a constant state of painful arousal.

"So tight and wet... You like that, don't you? I'm going to make you cum so hard you won't be able to stand," he whispers in a husky voice against your ear, as his fingers sink deeper into you, precisely seeking that spot that will make you lose all control. You feel the orgasm rising inexorably, a wave of intense pleasure threatening to engulf you completely. In a final moment of lucidity, you press your hand against your mouth, stifling the cry threatening to escape - the last thing you need is for the entire Kamogawa gym to discover your torrid liaison with Takamura. The orgasm hits you with incredible violence, making your whole body tremble as your legs threaten to give way beneath you. You collapse against the wall, breathing erratically, barely able to articulate a weak "N-no more... I can't take it..."

But Takamura isn't finished with you. His powerful hands grip your hips, holding you firmly against him as he rubs his imposing erection against your backside, leaving a visible trace of moisture on the thin fabric of his sweatpants. "You're going to make me cum too, doll," he growls in a voice filled with raw desire and unspoken promises, his fingers sinking deeper into the tender flesh of your hips.

With a fluid and impatient movement, he made your hips undulate against his pulsing erection, demonstrating his urgent desire. In a sudden gesture that took your breath away, he spun you around to pin you face-to-face with him, your back meeting the cold surface of the locker room wall. His skilled hands removed his sweatshirt and tank top in one fluid motion, revealing his impressive musculature. His sculpted pectorals immediately captivated your gaze, making you blush despite yourself.

"So, admiring the view?" he asked with a smug smile, noticing your appreciative gaze. You slightly turned your eyes away, eyebrows furrowed in an annoyed pout. "Just do what you have to do!" He let out an amused laugh, his expression lighting up with a playful gleam. "Start by taking off that top... I want to see those magnificent breasts move while I take you."

You stared at him with wide eyes, face scarlet but gaze still defiant. "You pervert..." you whispered, while slowly lifting your tank top and bra. Your breasts were revealed, their natural movement instantly drawing his attention. "Stop staring at me like that... You're making me uncomfortable..." Takamura, his gaze fixed on your chest, murmured in a husky voice with a big smile on his face: "Even in adult films, you can't find breasts as perfect as yours."

Before you could reply with another insult, a surprised gasp escaped you when he grabbed your knees, spreading them with an assured gesture. You suddenly felt exposed, your intimacy still wet from your previous orgasm. A slight shiver ran through you as you instinctively curled up. Takamura couldn't hold back a satisfied smile at his handiwork. In a deliberately slow movement, he slid his sweatpants and boxers down his muscled legs, freeing his imposing member crowned with a small patch of dark hair whose tip already glistened with desire, making your eyes widen at this intimidating sight.

With his two thumbs, he gently spread the lips of your intimacy, revealing its glistening and throbbing flesh. This simple movement made you shiver violently, your body still hypersensitive from your last orgasm making you squirm uncontrollably. "T-Takamura, I-I'm stil sensitive!" you stammered in a trembling voice. Takamura let out a mocking laugh, his tone still as arrogant when he replied "Stop whining, this is just the beginning."

With an expert motion, he grabbed your knees, pushing them against your chest in a deliciously obscene way. The position left you completely exposed, your slightly raised buttocks pressed against his hardened member, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm going to fuck this pussy so hard my cum leaks out," he whispered in a voice hoarse with desire.

This phrase made you look up at him, meeting his gaze burning with animal desire. His dilated pupils watched you with a predatory intensity that made you shiver with anticipation. Grabbing his imposing member, he began to rub it gently against your intimacy and swollen clitoris, drawing uncontrollable trembles from your hypersensitive body. "A-ahhh-- Slow!" you weakly moan, tears of frustration beginning to form at the corners of your eyes. "mh-mmh ! please… Stop torturing me like this!"

Takamura then leaned against you, your chests pressing together, his burning skin against yours. A deep laugh resonated near your ear as his lips brushed its sensitive lobe. "You want me to take you, don't you? You want me to possess you savagely, make you scream with pleasure..." A bestial growl escaped his throat. "Well, I'm going to fulfill all your desires, beautiful..." His powerful hands firmly gripped your hips as he pinned you against the wall with controlled force. "I'm going to make love to you so intensely that my name will be the only thing you can still say..." His eyes, darker than ever, devoured you with their gaze. "And you're going to love every second..."

He began to slowly insert the tip of his imposing member, and even this simple initial penetration was already making you see stars, tearing uncontrollable moans from your throat that echoed in the locker room. "Fuck, I haven't even put half my cock in and you're already screaming like that," he whispered in a husky voice against your ear, visibly satisfied with the effect he had on you. In response, you could only moan louder as he continued to sink into you millimeter by millimeter, your intimacy stretching deliciously to accommodate him. "So tight... so hot..." he growled, his fingers digging deeper into the tender flesh of your hips.

Takamura, overwhelmed by impatience and desire, has suddenly accelerated his movement, wanting to possess you without further delay. You immediately feel a sharp pain that makes you flinch. “A-ah! Slow,--it hurts!” you weakly protest. He slows slightly, looking at you with a mixture of arrogance and burning desire. “It's okay, you can take me easily considering how wet you are,” he replies with a smirk, his eyes fixed on the spot where your bodies meet.

This crude remark made you growl in frustration, annoyed by his immature tone. "You idiot..." you hissed through your teeth. He rolled his eyes slightly, his smile widening further as he realized he had made you angry. "It's fiiiine," he hummed mockingly. Then, taking advantage of this moment of distraction, he suddenly thrust all the way into you. The sudden sensation made you throw your head back, a cry of pleasure threatening to escape your lips. With a quick gesture, he pressed his large hand against your mouth, muffling the moan that would have betrayed your presence in the locker room.

"T-too much!" you tried to say as you were literally smothered by Takamura's powerful hand covering your mouth. The pain made you cry slightly, tears pearling in the corners of your eyes, which immediately drew his attentive gaze. Noticing your discomfort, he gently removed his hand from your lips, letting out a warm breath against your trembling skin. With unexpected tenderness contrasting with his usual ardor, he approached to capture your lips in a passionate and deep kiss, his tongue dancing sensually with yours in an erotic waltz that made you momentarily forget the pain.

Along with this gesture of overwhelming intimacy, he began to move his hips at a deliberately slow rhythm, without giving you completely time to adjust to his imposing member that filled you so perfectly. Your muffled moans, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, blended harmoniously with Takamura's hoarse growls as he separated from you to catch his breath, a thin thread of saliva still connecting your lips swollen from your passionate kisses. His intense gaze met yours as a satisfied smile stretched his lips, his hips beginning to adopt a more sustained rhythm now that your body had slightly adjusted to his impressive thickness and considerable length. His growls of pleasure became deeper, more animal-like, as he observed with obvious satisfaction the effect his member had on you, making you gradually lose all control.

Takamura slowly lowered his eyes to your breasts, which swayed delicately with the rhythm of his steady hip movements. His powerful hands couldn't resist the urge to caress them, grab them and squeeze them in an obscene way that immediately made you moan uncontrollably, your voice echoing against the locker room walls. "hah..Fuck, stop moaning like that... someone might hear us and wonder what's going on," he whispered in a husky voice, his eyebrows slightly furrowed despite the obvious desire darkening his gaze.

You bit your lower lip while giving him a provocative look, your eyes sparkling with defiance. "Bastard, you did that on purpose... You know exactly what it does to me when you touch me like that..." That characteristic arrogant smile appeared on his face, making you sigh in exasperation as he began to gradually intensify the rhythm of his hips. The obscene sound of your bodies colliding resonated throughout the locker room, amplifying your moans which were becoming more and more uncontrollable. Saliva ran down your chin while your eyes began to roll back from the intensity of the pleasure overwhelming you, his rhythm becoming ever faster and deeper. His name escaped your lips like an endless litany.

"I-I'm going to cum!.. I can't take it anymore..." This breathless confession made him suddenly slow down before pulling out completely, leaving you trembling and frustrated. You stared at him with wide eyes of incomprehension and unfulfilled desire. "Wh-what are you doing? I was so close..." Without saying a word, Takamura firmly grabbed you by the shoulders, lifting you with controlled strength to pin you against the wall facing him. His powerful hands gripped your thighs as he stood, lifting you while holding you perfectly in position as he repositioned himself against your throbbing entrance before plunging in with a single fluid motion.

You were completely impaled on his imposing member, a slight bulge visible against the taut skin of your stomach testifying to his presence inside you. In this new position, he reached even deeper places, perfectly hitting that sensitive spot that made you see stars. Your cries of pleasure became impossible to contain, echoing against the locker room walls. The muscles of his shoulders rolled under his skin as he held you firmly against him, his hands gripping firmly the tender flesh of your buttocks while he continued

to pound into you with increasing intensity, each movement deeper and more powerful than the last. Your entire body trembled under his impetuous thrusts, each impact sending waves of electrifying pleasure that surged through your entire being like a tidal wave of sensations. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, holding you in place while you completely surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of his dominant power. His fingers dug deep into your tender flesh, marking your skin with red marks that appeared and faded with the rhythm of his frantic movements, silent witnesses to your devouring passion. You felt your breathing become more and more erratic, your heart beating so hard in your chest that it seemed to want to escape, and you knew, deep inside, that you were about to fall into an abyss of endless pleasure. The tension rose inexorably in your lower abdomen, a ball of fire just waiting to explode. And then, with one final devastating thrust, he plunged so deep inside you that you thought you saw stars, making you explode in a cry of pleasure so intense that it echoed long throughout the locker room, a sonic testimony to your absolute ecstasy...

Exhausted but fulfilled, you slowly caught your breath while the last echoes of this passionate moment faded into the muffled silence of the locker room. Your aching muscles reminded you of the intensity of what you had just experienced, and a gentle warmth still lingered throughout your body.

The footsteps gradually faded in the hallway, and you let out a long sigh of satisfaction, your body still coursing with slight tremors that testified to the intensity of the moment. Takamura, true to himself, sketched that characteristic smirk as he met your gaze still veiled with pleasure.

"See that? We're really experts at avoiding compromising situations," he whispered in a low voice, his tone overflowing with barely concealed amusement and pride.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hold back a nervous laugh that betrayed your own amusement. "You're really impossible, Takamura... Completely uncontrollable..."

He raised an eyebrow with deliberate arrogance, visibly delighted by your reaction, and leaned close to your ear, his warm breath caressing your sensitive skin: "And admit that's exactly why you can't get enough of me, right?"

Cheeks burning with embarrassment, you were about to reply when a familiar voice resonated through the locker room door that was on the opposite side from where you were, so they couldn't see you. The sudden voice made you jump.

Takamura had barely pulled on his sweatshirt when a voice rang out in the gym, breaking the silence.

"Takamura! Are you there? Are you messing with us or what? We thought you'd gone for your run! Have you seen [Y/N] by any chance?"

It was Aoki, whose irritation was clearly showing. Kimura, hanging back slightly, let out an exasperated sigh.

Takamura shrugged his shoulders, appearing perfectly relaxed. Adjusting his sleeves with provocative nonchalance, he briefly glanced at you. A smirk spread across his lips, and he leaned in slightly to whisper.

"Hide well, princess," he said in a soft but playful voice. "I'll give them a show, don't worry."

He gave you one last conspiratorial wink before leaving the locker room, his pace slow and calculated, as if savoring every second.

Barely had he crossed the threshold when Aoki stepped forward, visibly annoyed. "Hey, what's that weird smell in here? It's like a mix of sweat and... I don't know what, but it's gross!"

Kimura, arms crossed, fixed him with a jaded look. "Seriously, Aoki, is that all you have to say? We're looking for Takamura, not conducting an odor investigation."

Takamura, true to form, ignored the comment as he passed by them with a smirk. "You're just jealous that I smell better than both of you combined," he threw over his shoulder before disappearing into the gym.

Meanwhile, you remained hidden behind the lockers, your heart racing, cheeks burning. The situation was becoming increasingly tense, but your legs refused to move. You knew you needed to leave this place before someone discovered you, but the intensity of the moment seemed to still paralyze you.

Frozen in place, breathing still irregular and legs shaky, you remained in the locker room that was growing increasingly quiet. Only the frantic beating of your heart and the gentle pulsing of your body persisted, still under the influence of the consuming passion you had just shared with Takamura. The sensation of his essence slowly trickling down your thighs reminded you of the intensity of your embrace, triggering a new shiver of pleasure. Eyes closed, you let yourself be overwhelmed by this wave of intoxicating emotions.

"I should really head back now, before someone else comes," you whispered softly to yourself, your voice still slightly trembling. With obvious difficulty, you slowly stood up, your shaky legs and slight unsteadiness betraying the intensity of what you had just experienced. Simply standing required considerable effort, and each step toward the communal shower seemed to take an eternity, but you took comfort in the idea of being able to freshen up and erase the traces of recent events. Once under the lukewarm water, you let the liquid flow over your sensitive skin, washing away not only the sweat but also the still-burning memories that made your heart race.

Alone in the shower, the soothing sound of water echoing against the tiles, you allowed yourself several minutes to regain your composure before returning to the locker room, a towel carefully wrapped around your still-trembling body. With measured but quick movements, you changed, opting for particularly loose sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt, clothes chosen as much for their comfort as for their ability to conceal the marks on your skin. Sitting on the hard wooden bench, you focused on the simple but reassuring task of putting on your socks one at a time, breathing deeply in the air now scented with the fresh, clean smell of your shower that had thankfully replaced the more compromising odors.

It was precisely at that moment that the locker room door opened with a light but distinct creak, a sound soft enough to seem almost timid but audible enough to immediately catch your attention. You looked up, and your breath caught in your throat. Ippo stood in the doorway, as still as a statue, his face expressing a complex mixture of genuine surprise and obvious embarrassment.

"Oh, uh... [Y/N]?" he stammered awkwardly, his eyes quickly darting away from yours as a particularly visible pink tinge spread across his cheeks. His discomfort was palpable, and it was obvious he absolutely hadn't expected to find you here in this place.

You stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, your heart resuming its frantic pace in the face of this unexpected encounter, before trying to mask your growing nervousness behind a semblance of normalcy. "Hi, Ippo. How are you?" Your voice sounded strangely calm despite your inner turmoil.

He mumbled a barely audible response, his words tangling in their rush: "Y-yeah, I'm fine..." But his tone severely lacked conviction, and a terrifying thought crossed your mind: what if he had heard something earlier? This simple idea was enough to send a wave of intense heat to your face, and you quickly looked away, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

A particularly heavy silence settled in the locker room, the atmosphere becoming almost electric with palpable tension. Ippo, visibly as uncomfortable as you, seemed to be desperately searching for a valid excuse to slip away quickly, his gaze nervously scanning the room as if looking for an escape route.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ippo cleared his throat softly. "I... I just came to get my boxing gloves," he whispered, quickly heading to his locker, carefully avoiding your gaze. You took advantage of this diversion to gather your things, eager to leave this space that had suddenly become too cramped.

As you headed toward the exit, your bag held tightly against you, Ippo suddenly turned around, his usually gentle expression tinged with unusual determination. "[Y/N]..." he began, hesitating, before abruptly stopping, as if the words failed him. You stopped dead in your tracks, your heart pounding, dreading what he might say next.

"I... I know it's none of my business, but... take care of yourself, okay?" he finally said, his gaze filled with sincere concern. You felt your heart tighten at his disarming kindness, not knowing how to react to this unexpected show of concern. With a weak smile, you simply nodded before quickly slipping out of the locker room, leaving behind a thoughtful and visibly troubled Ippo.

As you almost hurriedly left the locker room, Ippo's words still echoed in your mind. His tone, marked with sincerity and a hint of concern, had caught you off guard. You clutched your bag tighter against yourself, hoping to calm the tumult of your thoughts.

In the silence of the hallway, you took a deep breath, trying to center yourself. But part of you couldn't help replaying that moment over and over, wondering if Ippo had seen or heard something he shouldn't have.

Meanwhile, in the locker room, Ippo remained motionless, eyebrows furrowed, as if lost in thought. He looked at his locker for a moment without really seeing it, before sighing softly. "What are you up to, Takamura..." he whispered to himself, shaking his head with an expression caught between confusion and resignation.

Finally, he grabbed his gloves and left the locker room in turn, determined not to let his doubts overwhelm him further. But deep down, a worry persisted in him, a feeling that something important was escaping him.

[ransprang]

Hi! Can I have some parent hc’s with Volg, Takamura,Sendo and Miyata with their twin baby boys and what a day with them would be like while there S/O is at work? Thank you!

hii thank you for waiting. hope you like it xx

HNI boys as fathers

Sendo

Sendo would be a playful, affectionate and goofy father. He knows how important it is to have a good father figure so he tries his best in everything with them

He chucks the babies into a pram and runs around the neighbourhood. The babies enjoy the ride and Sendo gets his roadwork in, win-win situation

Sendo, a bit too wild at times, tries out experimental recipes and causes the kids to get diarrhea

He enjoys reading stories to them, especially adventure tales, and he often gets carried away with his storytelling, making the stories come alive with his enthusiastic voice acting.

Sendo buys the twins superhero capes and carries them around the house to make them feel like they're flying

He lovesss talking to baby talk with the twins. It sometimes slips out while talking to you and he gets embarrassed

He brings the twins to the gym and makes Hoshi look after them

When he's especially busy or has a match coming up soon he drops off the twins in the morning at his grandma's then picks them up after he's done

Volg

Volg would be a very gentle and caring father, and perhaps a bit too nervous at times when he can't figure out why the babies are crying

Volg sets up a play pen in the living room so the babies can waddle around and play together while he shadowboxes and watches opponents' tapes nearby

He takes the babies out for walks since he feels too anxious to leave them alone while he is out for roadwork

He reads out the books he is reading to the babies. And of course he reads them childrens books to get them to fall asleep

Volg being mulitlingual starts early in teaching the boys languages so that they can pick up many languages like him when they grow up

Takamura

Takamura is the definition of a playful and enthusiastic father. He's a natural at making his babies laugh and smile with silly faces

He'd start every day a tad bit later than his s/o, so you would have to feed the babies most of the time probably

When he wakes up he'll smother the babies with kisses and plenty of tickles

Sort of like a bouncy castle, he'll set up a soft boxing ring and put the babies in there to see what they do

Takamura isn't the most talented when it comes to cooking so often his family and aoki come over with food for the babies

Often he sings karoke on the tv while the babies babble along

He also sings "my punches are dynamite" as a lullaby for the twins

Despite being champion he still needs to practice boxing so he brings the babies to the gym. Much to Kamogawa's annoyance most of the boxers (expecially Aoki and Ippo) are distracted by the babies and keep playing with them when they should be training

Miyata

At first Miyata would be really unsure of what to do with the twins like should he buy them matching clothes or separate ones to give them individuality

He'd also be a bit awkward at first trying to hold the babies and feeding them, but eventually becomes an expert at those things

Miyata would be a calm and nurturing father

Miyata enjoys quiet activities with them, like reading books together or playing with legos

Sometimes he shadowboxes in front of the twins hoping that they are inspired to take up boxing when they are older

He only goes for runs when he knows that the boys are sound asleep. Some days he gets worried and cuts his runs a bit short to come back home

When his s/o comes back from work he shares what happened during the day and tries to squeeze in quick roadwork while you're at home with the babies

your twin, admin sar

[annon-guy2]

King of Fighters Tournament Poll: Shonen Magazine Edition

[curapicas]

from the top of my head, the list of cups falling and breaking in HNI is:

That cup Ippo's mom broke a day before being hospitalized due to overwork

The cup on the Kamogawa Gym's office table when Miyata's dad came to cancel the Miyaippo match

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Hajime no Ippo: What if

(What if Ippo did get to fight Miyata for the OPBF belt?)

-Everything leading up to Miyata’s 5th title defense, but with one change. Miyata didn’t see Mr. Sakaguchi or Randy jr in the crowd.

-Without the distraction, Miyata didn’t struggle and didn’t break his fist in his fight.

-Miyata was still champion and with no injuries, he would be facing Ippo on the promised day.

-Now with no need for an interim champion to exist. Ippo and Miyata are on a collision course.

-Randy Jr. Does show up to see Miyata and tell him the dates BS. Miyata is confused as this is his first time seeing Randy Jr. but brushes it off as not important right now. He has more important things.

-Both fighters are super motivated

-The time of the fight has arrived and Ippo, renounced his title belt. As was his plan with his Gym’s permission.

-Ippo ends his reign with 7 title defenses. Leaving the title vacant. Now taking his next step.

-Ippo is running on pure motivation. And at this time we know what he was thinking

-Ippo planned on retiring after this match. Now would he truly retire? We don’t know in canon. But at this time he was resolute. His goal was to fight Miyata

-Now one could argue he only came to this conclusion while he was waiting for Miyata because of the postponement. But I think this was Ippo’s state of mind. He was always planning to take over his family business.

-Anyway, the OPBF Title match arrives. People are hyped!

-Date, Sendo, Mashiba, and others are watching with interest.

-Coach could see in the kids eye, Ippo was motivated more than ever. A feeling in his gut that maybe this might be Ippo’s final match. Regardless, he was his coach and second. He’d make sure this kid put up one hell of a fight.

-cue flashbacks of the two at the start.

-Miyata remember when Ippo first showed up. Remembering their spars. Remembering the loss that prevented him from keeping his promise. But now, nothing will stand in the way. This is his fight.

-Ippo also remembering his spars with Miyata. Remembering how this was his goal from the beginning. Now, he was ready. The fight with his fated rival.

-The title on the poster, called “Fated” as a reference to the promise.

-The arena was sold out.

-The fight is called, the stadium is packed. The OPBF title match was underway.

-The first round. Ippo didn’t charge immediately. He was being analytical. It was a surprise. Everyone could feel the tension.

-Ippo and Miyata were running countless scenarios in their heads as they prepared. But then, they both began.

-The first round was a tie, no clear advantage.

-Miyata Sr, telling Miyata to keep cool. He has the speed advantage. He just needs to relax. Coach kamogawa telling Ippo to put the pressure on.

-Round 2 was an intense bout. Ippo landing the first clean blow, almost knocking down Miyata. But Miyata was able to fire back.

-The stadium was hyped up. Sendo commenting that Ippo was going to win, Mashiba commenting that Miyata has the clear advantage. Date comments on both their strengths and weaknesses.

-Round 3 and 4 are both intense rounds, Miyata starting to feel the downside of his weight control. Yet Miyata gets the first down on Ippo with a powerful counter. Ippo got up at 7. Ippo had realized That was Miyata’s hidden move.

-Round 5 Ippo gets his first down on Miyata. Barely grazing him.

-Both boxers evolving. Date comments that right now those two were world rankers and surpassed him when he had his rematch with Ricardo.

-Sendo could see it, the fire in Ippo’s eyes.

-Mashiba felt genuine guilt keeping these two from fighting.

-Round 6 has them Both score downs on the other.

-Round 7 and 8 has Miyata taking lead, almost knocking Ippo down. But Ippo lands some nasty liver blows.

-Round 9 and 10 Ippo takes point lead. And it’s still all tied up. Both almost knocked the other down. Both knowing that whoever goes down first would lose.

-Round 11, Ippo and Miyata start going at it harder. Both throwing Everything they got into the fight. Everyone was stunned by the display. Both of them evolved again. Ippo unveiling the Dempsey roll and Miyata showing his unseen punch. They both knocked the other down at the same time! Both by sheer spirit managed to stand up.

-Both make it to round twelve. Both in their mind knowing, this would not end with a decision.

-And they both go in. One final punch to end it.

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Elegance and Innovation: Interior Design in Japanese Offices, Hotels, Schools, and Gyms

Japan's interior design seamlessly combines tradition and innovation, resulting in spaces that captivate and inspire. From offices that foster productivity to hotels that embrace luxury, schools that prioritize education, and gyms promoting well-being, Japan's approach to interior design sets a global standard. In this article, we'll explore exceptional interior design examples in offices, hotels, schools, and gyms across Japan. You can find more information about choosing a ジム 内装.ジム 内装

Office Spaces:

Japanese office interior design often centers around functionality, aesthetics, and employee well-being. Offices prioritize open spaces, minimalist aesthetics, and natural materials. Integrating traditional elements like shoji screens and tatami flooring with modern ergonomic furniture creates an inviting work environment. The use of dynamic lighting and indoor plants adds tranquility to productivity.

Hotels:

Japan's hotels are renowned for their elegance and attention to detail. Traditional elements such as sliding fusuma doors and low seating coexist harmoniously with modern amenities. Many hotels incorporate elements of Zen philosophy, featuring tranquil gardens, rock arrangements, and koi ponds in their designs. The integration of technology ensures a seamless and luxurious guest experience.

Schools:

Japanese school interior design prioritizes functionality and creativity. Classrooms are designed to be flexible, with movable furniture and modular layouts. Natural light is maximized to create a conducive learning environment. Walls often feature student artwork, promoting a sense of ownership and pride. Traditional elements like calligraphy and ikebana (flower arranging) may adorn common areas, connecting students to their cultural heritage.

Gyms:

Gym interior design in Japan embodies a holistic approach to well-being. Zen-inspired minimalism and tatami flooring create serene workout spaces. Gymnasiums often feature traditional martial arts elements, paying homage to Japan's heritage. High-tech equipment and personalized fitness experiences are seamlessly integrated, and wellness zones with saunas and meditation spaces promote complete health.

Office Interior Design Examples:

The Tokyo headquarters of Hootsuite, a social media management platform, boasts an open office plan with Japanese-inspired wooden lattice ceilings, providing an organic feel to a tech-centric workspace.

The Sony Corporation's Ginza Sony Park office space in Tokyo features futuristic design elements, including interactive digital walls, while preserving the essence of Japanese aesthetics.

Hotel Interior Design Examples:

The Aman Tokyo Hotel, located in the Otemachi Tower, merges contemporary luxury with Japanese traditions, offering panoramic city views, a traditional Japanese onsen (hot spring), and ikebana floral arrangements throughout the hotel.

The Hoshinoya Kyoto combines a ryokan (traditional inn) experience with modern comforts, offering guests a serene environment with tranquil gardens and sliding doors in its room design.

School Interior Design Examples:

The Tsutaya Book Apartment in Tokyo houses a school for children with a library-inspired design. The space encourages reading and creative exploration with cozy nooks, reading corners, and whimsical book-themed decor.

The Kyoto International School features modern classrooms with ample natural light and flexible learning spaces. Traditional Japanese arts and culture are integrated into the curriculum and design.

Gym Interior Design Examples:

The Ritz-Carlton Kyoto's fitness center combines modern fitness equipment with traditional Japanese design elements, creating a peaceful workout experience overlooking the Kamogawa River.

The Tokyo Dome Hotel Spa & Gym offers a tranquil workout environment with tatami flooring, Zen-inspired design, and traditional Japanese wellness services.

Japanese interior design transcends categories, offering elegance, functionality, and cultural reverence across offices, hotels, schools, and gyms. Whether embracing tradition or pushing the boundaries of innovation, Japan's interior design examples continue to inspire and set global standards for creating spaces that enrich the human experience.

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Overview about Fighting Spirit: New Challenger with OnStream

Do you know about Fighting Spirit: New Challenger

 It is the second season of the anime series "Hajime no Ippo," which is based on the boxing manga by George Morikawa. "Fighting Spirit: New Challenger" continues the story of the aspiring boxer Ippo Makunouchi.

The series follows Ippo as he faces new challenges and opponents in the world of professional boxing. After becoming the Japanese Featherweight Champion, Ippo encounters stronger and more skilled opponents who test his abilities and determination.

"Fighting Spirit: New Challenger" showcases intense boxing matches and explores the physical and mental struggles that Ippo and his friends face as they pursue their boxing careers. The series delves into the themes of perseverance, friendship, and the pursuit of personal goals.

The second season builds upon the foundation set by the first season and further develops the characters and their relationships. It introduces new rivals, training regimens, and story arcs that propel Ippo's journey forward. Fans of the original "Hajime no Ippo" series will find "Fighting Spirit: New Challenger" to be a continuation of the exciting and emotionally charged boxing saga.

1. Who is the main character of Fighting Spirit: New Challenger

The main character of "Fighting Spirit: New Challenger" is still Ippo Makunouchi, the determined and hardworking protagonist of the series. Ippo is a young and talented boxer who aspires to become the best in the sport.

In "Fighting Spirit: New Challenger," Ippo continues his boxing journey as he faces new challenges and opponents in the professional boxing world. He strives to further improve his skills, overcome obstacles, and climb the ranks of the sport.

Ippo's character development remains central to the series as he encounters stronger adversaries and pushes his limits both physically and mentally. The story explores his growth as a boxer and his personal relationships with his coach, Kamogawa, and his friends at the gym, such as Takamura and Aoki.

Throughout the series, Ippo's unwavering determination, resilience, and passion for boxing drive him to persevere in the face of adversity. He is a character who embodies the spirit of never giving up and continuously strives to reach new heights in his boxing career.

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2. What is the main plot of Fighting Spirit: New Challenger

The main plot of "Fighting Spirit: New Challenger" revolves around Ippo Makunouchi's journey as a professional boxer and his pursuit of becoming a world champion.

The series follows Ippo as he faces new and formidable opponents in the professional boxing circuit. As the Japanese Featherweight Champion, Ippo is challenged by stronger fighters who test his skills, determination, and resolve.

Throughout "Fighting Spirit: New Challenger," Ippo engages in intense boxing matches, each with its own story and character dynamics. The plot delves into the physical and mental struggles Ippo encounters, including the pressures of being a champion, the sacrifices he must make, and the toll that the demanding sport takes on his body.

Alongside Ippo's boxing journey, the series also explores the relationships he builds with his coach, Kamogawa, and his fellow boxers at the gym. These relationships provide support, guidance, and camaraderie as Ippo faces the challenges of the boxing world.

"Fighting Spirit: New Challenger" focuses on the themes of perseverance, passion, and personal growth. It highlights the determination and sacrifices necessary to achieve greatness in the sport of boxing. The plot is driven by the development of Ippo's skills and character as he strives to reach the pinnacle of his boxing career.

3. Where can I watch Fighting Spirit: New Challenger

A streaming service called Animix Play combines a variety of channels and content repositories. It has OnStream as one of its channels, therefore RADIANT Season 2 might be streamable there.

More information about OnStream:

Website: onstream.to

Address: 6596-6620 W Ocotillo Rd, Glendale, AZ 85301, USA

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[leighwayv]

KEEP FIGHTING KAMOGAWA!!!

I did a draw. Yey

[spaceboxingpsycho]

Aoki is and has always been S tier

[jockpoetry]

ippo and mamoru are a manifestation of my like id and ego

i just love them.

[ransprang]

Hii I’m so excited your back! I really liked those hc’s with the kids to you think I can possible do Takamura, Eagle, Volg and ippo teaching their 8y.o son boxing because their inspired to be like their dad? Thank you!

omg lol i've written like 10 requests for hni and this is the first time someone requested ippo. poor guy no one likes him huh

hni boys teaching their son how to box

takamura

he would definitely start teaching his son how to box from the minute he can stand. takamura will buy him mitts and practice sparring with him

he would bring his son to kamogawa gym a ton which annoys kamogawa but he just let's it happen because he sees it as a reflection of his relationship with takamura

takamura takes his son to the zoo "ok son today is really important. we are going to find you your special move so pay close attention to the animals". it'll probably end up with takamura finding a stupid new move like the sloth punch or something

ultimately takamura would let his son pick what career path he wants to take and wouldn't pressure him

volg

volg has mixed feelings. he's so shocked that his son is inspired by him but also he doesn't want his son to go through the pain of what he had to while trying to climb the ranks since the world of boxing can be an unfair one

he realizes ultimately that maybe his son won't take it up as a career. but he would still prefer that his son only takes up boxing as a hobby since he's scared of the possible injuries that could occur

volg would sign his son up for boxing classes just so they have a closer father son bond

eagle

eagle would let his son try out boxing classes at a local gym or school. he secretly hopes that he was able to pass on his athletic genes

eagle would try to promote positive masculinity to his son since some boxers can be gross and toxic from the fame and power *cough* bryan hawk *cough*

he would even happier if his son tries to aim to be a gold medalist in the olympics. no matter how much it costs he would let his son have the best training and coaches to reach that level of boxing

ippo

ippo would be so happy that he inspired his son. he sees it sort of like how he saw himself and his dad

ippo would make his son start out the way he did by training with the leaves and running along side him

he would totally get hella nerdy and excited watching match tapes with his son and explaining what's happening on screen

your boxing gloves,

admin sar

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