Tense of mind and body on-edge, Sasaki, who still caught up in this surreally suspenseful situation alongside the male before him, felt a peculiar feeling welling up within in. Something that writers of a certain genre or style may misinterpret had they witnessed such an internal development out of context.

"...Hah."

It was like a weight had been lifted from the tenseness of the situation he'd embroiled himself into. Maybe he was finally struck by the comedicness of this situation. Or maybe the pressure had just finally gotten to the individual standing literally head and shoulders above the rest. Either way, Sasaki chuckled further, bent at the waist, arms wrapped around his abdomen. His hollow noises continued to the point of being audibly devoid of oxygen or sound.

"Aaahhhhh...."

Sasaki took a moment to gather his breath, supporting himself with one hand on the back of a chair. [i]'That was... peculiar,'[/i] he thought as he straightened up and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Ara... Yeah. School [i]is[/i] fun isn't it?" he said to the visibly western student, "I'm Kirima Sasaki. What's your name, fighter-kun?"

Wait. 

[i]Shit.[/i] He wasn't supposed to say that. 

[i]'...I really need to hit something soon.'[/i]