It was time for lunch. The hum of voices and clatter of trays filled the cafeteria. A sprawling room lined with long tables, sunlight streaming through high windows, the smell of curry and grilled chicken floating in the air.
Some students laughed in groups; others sat hunched over laptops. It was a normal day.. for most people.
Baki Hanma walked through the crowd, his red hair catching the light. He had a simple bento box from home. It was rice, grilled fish, and miso soup. No entourage, no fanfare. Just quiet steps and calm eyes scanning for an open seat.
He found one in the corner near the window.
Perfect— peace and food, the two things he actually cared about between classes.
He sat down, opened his lunch, and ate in steady silence. Each bite, deliberate. Each movement, controlled.
Then, a familiar voice chirped from behind him.
"Mind if I crash the Hanma meditation zone?"
Baki looked up, smiling. There she was— Sakura. Walking, balancing her tray in one hand and a bottle of green tea in the other, hair tied up, a grin bright enough to light the whole cafeteria.
"Sure," he said. "As long as you can handle the silence."
She plopped down beside him immediately. "Silence? With me around? Not a chance."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "I was afraid of that."
They started eating. Sakura had a pile of fried rice, lettuce and a chocolate bar sitting innocently beside it.
"You actually eat pretty normal," she said, peeking into his lunch.
"What did you expect?" he asked.
"I don't know, like… protein powder and steak for breakfast?"
"That's Jack." Baki said casually.
"Jack?" she blinked. "Who's Jack?"
Before Baki could answer, the cafeteria's main doors rumbled open. Heads turned. Conversations paused.
Through the doorway stepped a mountain of muscle. Jack Hanma, towering, scarred, and radiating silent intimidation. He was easily seven feet tall, shoulders broad enough to cast a shadow over two tables.
Sakura's jaw dropped. "That guy's huge! He looks like he eats dumbbells for breakfast."
Baki grinned. "Yep. That's my brother."
"...Wait. Your brother?!"
"Yeah." He said, sipping his tea. "Crazy family, I know."
Sakura blinked. "Your dad must be terrifying."
"You have no idea." Baki said quietly.
Jack moved through the cafeteria with that same unstoppable walk— heavy, steady, every step like a drumbeat. He didn't look at anyone, didn't have to.
People moved out of his way automatically.
Baki watched him approach the lunch line. Then, under his breath, he muttered,
"I heard about Juri."
Jack paused mid-step.
Sakura blinked. "Who's Juri?"
Baki leaned back, smirking faintly. "Someone... he shouldn't underestimate."
Jack slowly turned his head, meeting Baki's eyes across the room. For a second, nothing moved. Then he laughed. A deep, low rumble that echoed through the cafeteria. He didn't say a word. Just grabbed several bags of meat from the counter. Raw beef, still sealed, and walked straight out the back doors.
Sakura stared after him, eyes wide. "Wait, he's just… leaving? With that much meat?"
Baki nodded. "That's how he eats. That's how we talk."
Sakura tilted her head. "You talk… by not talking?"
Baki grinned. "Exactly."
Outside, behind the school, the open athletic field stretched out under the afternoon sun.
The bleachers were empty except for one figure lounging across the middle row, Juri Han.
Her legs were crossed, her phone in hand, a bored grin on her face.
She looked up as soon as she heard the door creak open.
"Well, well. Look who wandered out of his cave," she teased.
Jack walked toward her silently, plastic bags of meat dangling from one hand.
He stopped at the edge of the bleachers and tore open one of the bags, biting into the raw steak like it was an apple.
Juri blinked, then laughed. "You've got to be kidding me. You really are built different."
Jack didn't respond. Just chewed, swallowed, and finally said,
"You wanted to see how strong I am."
"Oh, I don't want to see," Juri said, sliding off the bleachers and landing gracefully on the grass. "I want to feel it."
She cracked her neck, her grin widening. "Come on, big guy. Don't make me beg."
Jack set the remaining bags down and took a slow step forward, muscles tightening beneath his shirt.
"You asked for it."
The ground shook as they clashed— Juri darting low, fast, eyes glowing with that wicked glee.
Jack blocked her first kick with his forearm, the shock of impact echoing through the field.
"Not bad." he muttered.
"Not bad?" Juri smirked, spinning into a roundhouse. "That was a hello!"
He caught her leg mid-spin. She twisted free, planting a heel kick against his jaw— only for Jack to not even flinch. Instead, he stepped forward, catching her other leg with his teeth.
Juri froze, shock flashing into laughter.
"You bit me?!"
Jack's jaw didn't close; he didn't hurt her, just held her there, eyes locked on hers.
"You said you wanted to feel my strength," he said, voice low. "Now you know."
For a moment, neither moved.
Then Juri slipped free, landing lightly and brushing her hair back. Her grin returned, sharper than ever.
"You're insane.." she said, breathless. "And I love it."
She took a step back, still smiling. "Alright, big boy. Let me show you a trick to gettin' stronger."
She stripped her clothes completely off, all but her taekwondo foot and hand gear.
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Your attempts at seducing me will not work. Lust makes a man weak, and with that weakness it can be exploited."
"Blah, blah. All I'm hearin' are excuses." Juri stepped forward, now being a few inches away from Jack. She looked up at his figure, biting her lip.
"I can promise ya, doing this will definitely help you get stronger. It'll increase your stamina, strength, and libido. Or somethin' like that."
Jack narrowed his eyes, a flicker of curiosity appearing. "So I've heard from my Father. How do I know you're the one that's supposed to awaken my hidden strength?"
Juri stared at his crouch. "Let me prove it to you, big boy." She rubbed her hand against his thigh— all the way up to his crouch. Her height stops exactly at that area. 'Perfect' she thought.
He simply looked down at her, waiting as she pulled his pants and boxers down, not caring that they were outside— behind the school even. At that split second, Jack's massive cock slapped Juri. A surprising but not surprising 10 inches.
A nervous but excited smile plastered onto her face.
"This is gonna be fun!"
She instantly shoved it in her mouth, her eyes fixated on Jack's.
Jack looked down, a surprised look on his face. His face blushed a little as he thought to himself. 'This feels.. amazing. I never knew how great this could feel.'
She loved that surprised look on his face, at the same time she wanted to prove she was stronger than him in at least one way. Her eyes closed tightly as she pushed her head more forward— shoving his cock down her throat more. She only made got in 7 out of the 10 inches. 'Damn! This bad boy might not fit all the way.'
All of a sudden she felt a hand on her head. It was Jack's. Her eyes looked up one last time before Jack shoved her head down, forcing his cock inside her throat. Juri started crying as she couldn't breathe— but Jack was too in the moment he didn't care.
"If this will truly make me stronger, allow me to take control."
He moved her head back and forth, thrusting in and out of her throat with his 10 inch cock. Juri rolled her eyes back as the tears kept coming.
After only a minute, Jack held her head down and came in her throat. It was coming out of her mouth and nose as he pulled out, panting with a grin.
"I enjoyed that. Let's get to the next step."
Juri breathed heavy, holding her throat— coughing. "Damn- you— s-sure know how to throw down."
Juri stood up, still breathing heavy. "I ain't tapping out yet. This time I'll be the one standing over you!"
She turned around and bend over, getting in a doggy style position. "Go ahead, big boy."
Jack grabbed her waist, shoving his cock inside. Juri loud out a muffled moan as she bit her lip. Every thrust was met with a moan from her. Jack grinned as he keep going. This feeling— something he's never felt before. He'll make sure he enjoys every moment.
Juri placed her hands behind her back, hoping Jack would pull her arms back. However, Jack has a better idea. He reached in and grabbed both her Horned buns, pulling her head back as he thrusts faster.
"F-Fuck! You're a monster! Don't you dare stop on me!" She stuck her tongue out, rolling her eyes back as she drools.
"That's it, make me yours!"
Her normal body and his gigantic body were something that was extremely unexpected to be together, and yet, with these next words, Jack and Juri officially claimed each other.
"You'll be my little bug, and I'll destroy you each time."
"Yes, yes, yes! You're a real devil, big boy!" With that, Juri shouted as she came and Jack was right behind her, pulling out before he came and shooting on her hair and neck.
He panted heavy as he stepped back and stood over Juri, who was now laying on the ground. Her hair out of her horn buns and covered in semen. However, she wasn't done yet. She slowly stood up and grinned at him.
"Y-You.. are damn good."
Jack stared at her for a few seconds before answering. "I do feel.. different. Stronger, possibly."
Juri waves her butt in front of him, wiggling it for a few seconds then put her clothes back on.
"Enjoy your victory, big man. I'm gonna destroy you one day, and you'll thank me for it."
Jack said nothing. He just watched her walk away with that same unshakable calm. Then, he went back to eating.
Back in the cafeteria, Sakura finished her drink and exhaled.
"So… your brother and this Juri girl. That's not gonna end peacefully, is it?"
Baki smirked faintly, glancing toward the window where the sun dipped lower.
"No. But that's how some people talk.. not with words, but with fists."
Sakura laughed softly. "You Hanmas really need better communication skills."
"Maybe." Baki said. "Or maybe fighting's just the only language we know."
For a moment, they both sat in silence again- but this time, it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable. Warm.
And somewhere deep down, Sakura realized she wasn't just learning about Baki the fighter. She was falling in love with Baki the person.