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Riku Underground

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Riku Thanawan is a prodigy born into violence. At just seventeen, he’s already survived countless underground fights, trained under brutal street legends, and earned the nickname "The Silent Fist"—because he never speaks in the ring. But behind the cold stare and bloodied fists is a boy who never chose this life. Dragged into the underground MMA world by a father obsessed with power, Riku only knows one thing: fight, survive, repeat. He doesn’t care about titles. He doesn’t care about fame. All he wants is to escape the endless violence and find meaning in a life outside the cage. That fragile hope arrives in the form of Akari Misaki, a quiet, kind classmate who doesn’t flinch when she sees his broken hands and bruised face. Her warmth begins to thaw something Riku thought was long dead. But in a world where weakness is death, love is a luxury he can’t afford. When a new underground tournament begins—one that pits the deadliest fighters across the city in brutal, unsanctioned combat—Riku is forced to step back into hell. His fists become his voice. His silence becomes his weapon. And his path to freedom is paved with shattered bones and spilled blood. In this world, emotion is a weakness—but maybe, just maybe, it’s what makes him human. --- “I don’t fight to win. I fight to stop fighting.” — Riku Thanawan
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Chapter 1 - Don’t Touch Me

Chapter 1 – Don't Touch Me

By Luckey 

Riku Thanawan was the kind of student people didn't approach casually.

He was handsome—unfairly so.

Sharp, symmetrical jawline. Smooth, pale skin. Jet-black hair that framed his face like a shadow.

But it was his eyes that truly unsettled people—dark, cold, unreadable.

Like a blade in still water.

In Class 2-B, Riku sat near the window, bathed in quiet sunlight. He wasn't looking outside. He wasn't looking at his classmates. He wasn't even reacting to the muffled laughter echoing through the room. His eyes stayed locked on a mathematics sheet, each equation sliced through with cold precision.

Around him, the air felt... thinner.

He wasn't just top of the class. He was at the top of everything. Exams, athletics, language tests.

Fastest runner. Smartest student.

But nobody praised him to his face. And nobody tried to sit next to him.

Because even a glance from Riku Thanawan made you feel like your spine had just been weighed.

He had that kind of presence.

---

Two classmates whispered near the back of the room.

"He's not human..." one girl muttered. "I swear he never blinks."

"He's so quiet it's creepy," said another. "Like, silent assassin quiet."

"My friend tried asking him for notes last semester. He just handed them to her and walked away. Didn't even speak."

Their voices dropped as Riku reached for his pen. One flicker of movement, and the table grew quieter.

He wasn't doing anything wrong. He wasn't violent.

But he made people nervous.

---

Riku's bento was neatly packed. Rice, rolled omelet, grilled fish. Precise portions. Balanced.

Just like everything else he did.

He ate in silence.

A note lay folded beneath the lid.

He opened it.

> Rooftop stairs. Come alone.

You owe us.

No name. No context. Just handwriting that tried too hard to look threatening.

He closed the box. Wiped his fingers. Picked up his bag. And walked out.

The classroom stayed quiet even after he left.

---

Footsteps echoed up the empty stairwell.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Each step heavier than the last. Each one deliberate. Not angry. Not cautious. Just precise.

On the rooftop landing, they waited for him.

Daiki Renji.

Third-year.

Wiry arms, slicked hair, cheap chain. A grin that screamed fake confidence.

Behind him stood nineteen more. Second-years. Third-years. Thugs with homemade weapons.

Baseball bats. Steel rods. Pipes.

They weren't just punks. They ran the school's under-the-table extortion.

Daiki smiled. "You took your time."

Riku stood one step below. Silent.

"No," he replied. "You took mine."

Daiki's smirk faltered. His eyes twitched.

"Still got that attitude, huh? Think just 'cause a few girls like your pretty-boy face, you're untouchable?"

He stepped forward. "This is our school. You want to keep breathing easy? Ten thousand. Right now."

Riku didn't blink. His eyes stared straight into Daiki's. Void of emotion.

"...No."

Daiki flinched. "What?"

"I said no."

---

WHOOSH!

Daiki lunged with a wide punch. Wild. Emotional.

Riku shifted.

CRACK!!

A short elbow met Daiki's cheekbone. The sound echoed off the stairwell. Blood sprayed the concrete wall.

Before he hit the floor, Riku swept Daiki's leg—

THUD!!

The back of Daiki's skull cracked the tile. He went limp.

Two others charged.

Riku turned.

WHAM!

A knee exploded into the first thug's ribs. GASP!

He folded, dropped.

SLAM!

A palm to the chin launched the next one against the railing. His body hit with a metallic CLANG!

Shouts erupted from below.

"HE'S FIGHTING THEM?!" "Is that... RIKU?!" "He's taking them all out!"

---

Hallway.

Seven more gang members blocked the corridor.

One with a metal pipe rushed him.

SWOOSH—CLANG!!

Missed.

Riku snatched his wrist. Twisted.

SNAP!!

Bone split through flesh. AARGH!

CRACK!

A brutal headbutt. The boy collapsed, clutching his mouth.

Another thug lunged from behind.

SHIFT. SPIN.

SLAM!!

He was thrown spine-first into the tile floor. CRUNCH!

Three more came.

DUCK!

LOW KICK!

THWACK!

Shin to thigh. Leg collapsed.

BODY SHOT!

KNEE!

JAW STRIKE!

WHAM! WHUD! CRACK!

All three dropped.

Groaning. Bleeding. Screaming.

---

Someone picked up a bat.

Rushed.

THUNK!

Slammed it into Riku's shoulder.

He didn't flinch.

BOOM!!

A savage hook to the face. The bat fell. Blood gushed.

Another grabbed his collar.

WRIST GRAB. TWIST. THUMB JAM!

Under the jaw. SCREAM!

BANG!

Thrown into lockers. Metal caved.

---

Silence.

The hallway looked like a warzone.

Blood on walls. Tiles. Lockers.

Riku stood in the center. Uniform soaked. Eyes still. Knuckles raw.

Twenty down.

He wasn't panting.

He wasn't even sweating.

---

Teachers stormed in.

"What happened?! Who started this?!"

Riku turned to face them.

"They tried to rob me."

Silence.

No one contradicted him.

They couldn't.

---

By the end of the day, everyone knew.

He wasn't a rumor anymore. He was real.

Girls stared. Boys parted like waves. Teachers pretended not to see.

One girl—quiet, kind—watched him pass with wide eyes.

He glanced at her. Just for a second.

And she blushed.

But he kept walking.

---

That night.

An underground cage.

Floodlights. Sweat. Blood. Noise.

Gamblers screamed bets. Smoke filled the room.

Riku stood barefoot in the center. Shirtless. Taped fists. Scarred ribs.

Across from him: a national wrestler.

Adult. Heavyset. Confident.

"You're the high schooler?"

He cracked his knuckles.

"Cute. I'm gonna snap you in half."

Riku didn't speak.

He rolled his neck. CRACK.

Flexed his fingers.

DING!!

Time to fight.

---

To Be Continued in Chapter 2…

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