Hello at the Dojo

It was nighttime at the Higurashi household when Kozue drove in. Late. Relatively quiet, at least compared to similar places that she had lived in back home. Usually, in her old suburb, there'd be at least one jackass blasting music out of his garage like he didn't have neighbors who slept at normal times. Not here. No, this place had dead silence. Real, serious quiet.

That was good. No distractions, nothing to make her raging headache feel even worse as she made her way into the house. She was clad in her usual clothes - her shorts, her sneakers, her Super Mario Bros. 3 t-shirt. There was still a light sheen of sweat on her body from the match she'd been in just a couple of hours ago, though. Even after the shower, her heart was still dancing, and getting mobbed by the fans on her way out didn't help. Showdown. It had been a crazy little match with King and his goons, mentally and physically taxing. Depsite Kozue only being in the ring for a couple of minutes, it had been a painful couple of minutes thanks to Fang nearly snapping her neck on a cross face. And then she'd gone and compounded the problem by doing a shiver dive - her first suicide dive, which was cool - onto King and Fang.

It was a sweet moment in her career and she didn't have any regrets. It had been a good match all around, really. She'd kicked a little ass, got to put some her new dojo skills on display. Maybe nobody else cared, maybe it didn't matter to her 'trainer'. Whatever. She was proud of herself, and that was more than enough.

People actually asked for her autograph. Still couldn't believe that.

Her body was paying the price, though. So, right after entering, the house, Kozue immediately made her way towards her favorite spot: the couch. She did a face-flop on it and laid down, burying her face deep into the pillows. She kicked her shoes off and proceeded to sink, just enjoying the comfy cushions for a while. Not even sleeping, because she didn't feel drowsy just yet.

Just. Resting."Yeeeeeeaaaah."