[h2]Mako Moritomi//Warakuma High[/h2]
[h3]Wednesday, April 15, 2015[/h3]

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Mako once again checked the wrappings around his hands, even though he'd done it at least a dozen times by now. His hopefully-outstanding performance at the drama club yesterday notwithstanding, Mako had to admit that if he were allowed only one club to join, it would have to be the Boxing club, for sure. There was something about the thrill of the fight, the challenge, the effort required that just sang to him. For some reason or another. A good way to let off steam, a decent form of exercise, and something that he naturally excelled at, to boot. What wasn't to like? 

His constant grin turned slightly feral as he reached the locker room, hands flexing and relaxing reflexively, his body nearly shaking in anticipation. Because, again, if Mako were to be honest with himself, it was only in the heat of battle that Mako truly felt like himself. And it was only in the heat of battle where his classmates got a glimpse of the fire that lay under his many masks. 

Mako grinned his feral smile and started to ready himself for the today's practice.