As promised~

The next morning Keith awoke to a a bright light seeping through his eyelids. When he squinted them open he saw his mom in the doorway, already dressed and groomed to leave for his Karate class.

Keith groaned and flipped the blankets over his face. "I'm not going" he mumbled from under his cocoon of fabric. "Oh cmon Keith. It won't be that bad!" Krolia retorted, walking up to his bed and sitting on the corner. Keith only hissed out a reply in response.

"Look, can you at least try one class?" she tried. "And if you really don't like it, I won't make you go again." Krolia finished and pulled back the blankets, exposing Keith's pale face to the bright lights of his room. "Ugh... fine. One class, that's it though."

Krolia smiled and got up, walking happily to the door and closing it behind her. Once his mother shut the door Keith reluctantly swung his legs over the side of the bed and pushed himself up. He walked to his closet and got out a simple pair of black sweat pants and a red tank top that was cut short. He went to the bathroom and smelled his breath, gagging and reaching for his grippy toothbrush.

Five minutes later, Keith wandered out of the bathroom, teeth brushed and hair up in a ponytail. He contemplated covering up the scar on his cheek with makeup or something, but decided that it would make him more intimidating with it uncovered. He left with his bag over his shoulders.

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Keith strolled into a room with bamboo covered walls. Firm black matts littered the ground, leaving a small inch of wooden floor along the edge, like a pealed orange peel. A wall of mirrors was opposite the door the boy entered, reflecting everything back to his violet eyes. A few small plants sat in the corners of the room, giving a bright hue to the room.

At the sound of the door, a man turned around to face the other. He had black hair with a small tuft of platinum blonde hair at the front. A weird hairstyle that Keith couldn't help but snicker at, it reminded the smaller of a skunks back. The taller man that stood in front of Keith was wearing a white karate uniform with a black belt around it.

A smooth voice broke Keith out of his thoughts. "Hi, you must be Keith!" The man walked closer to the one wearing red, smiling brightly. "I'm Takashi Shirogane, But you can just call me Shiro." He smiled again at the end of his sentence and Keith could feel the blush slinking onto his face. He caught himself before he could stutter. "Uh.. ok. Hi Shiro." He replied awkwardly, still acting a bit defensive.

Keith let his bag drop to the floor, crossing his arms and glancing around the room again. "Isn't this... pretty?"

"Oh yeah.. I'm Japanese, so I like to bring some Asian stuff into the room. It makes me feel more at home." Shiro explained. Keith nodded in understanding. "So, the first thing you'll need to do is get into uniform." The older man handed Keith a duplicate of his own, but smaller.

"Thanks I guess." Keith gripped the uniform and half smiled.

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It had been about an hour and a half, Keith and Shiro were currently cooling off after an intense sparring match.

(Ok so I just wanna say that I don't do karate, I do Muay Tai. So I don't really know what you do in karate. Sorry if I get things mixed up~)

Keith huffed out of breath, using his knees to support his body. For some reason he felt better, but it might have just been the sight of his trainer. Keith would never admit it since he wasn't really out to his mom yet, but Shiro was a spectacular sight too look at while he was working out.

"Wow... why don't I feel angry??" Keith muttered to himself, but Shiro laughed. "That's probably because you took out all your anger with karate. It was the whole point of getting you into lessons." The older chuckled again, grabbing a towel and patting his face dry. He threw one to Keith, which was gratefully accepted.

"I guess... this wasn't as bad as I thought it was." Keith smiled, a pretty genuine smile for him. "Plus.. your a good looking trainer." Keith's eyes widened as he realized what he said. "A GOOD TRAINER!! I meant your a good trainer! Not good looking... I'm not saying your ugly! Not at all! Your probably above average.." he rambled trying to cover up his mistake but ended but just digging the whole deeper.

Shiro emitted a coy smile. "Don't worry Keith. I knew what you meant. But thank you, you aren't too bad yourself." Shiro shrugged it off, taking both of the boys towels and setting them on the floor. Keith meanwhile was blushing up a storm, he looked down at the floor with his brows furrowed.

After Keith had gotten changed back into his own clothes he picked up his bag and gave Shiro a handshake. "Thanks.. for today.. I'll probably come back." Keith looked down trying not to sound too excited. "It's not a problem Keith, just doing my job." They both smiled to each other as Keith left out the door with a wave.

Maybe karate class isn't so bad after all.

OMG THIS IS SUCH A LONG CHAPTER AKKDKALSKALDOLWX.

I like how it turned out though ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)