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The first time he hits you is by accident. You're trying to break up a fight between him and Soto. You don't know what it's about. You know it's not the smartest idea to get between the two very angry men. And you get a fist to the head for your troubles. It was probably for the best though, as the fist was intended for Soto's nose.
The second time he hits you is kind of an accident. More of a misunderstanding really. See, he taught some of the boys a few Slovak swears. And they, in turn, taught you. That was all well and good. Until the two of you got into a fight over something you can't even remember, honestly. And you kind of, may have, by accident told him his mother was a whore. In Slovakian. Thing is, you couldn't even remember what it meant at the time. You just remembered it was something bad. Except he didn't know that, didn't even know you'd learnt a bit of Slovak. So he hit you. You couldn't blame him really.
The third time wasn't an accident. It was totally on purpose and you can blame him. You're still kind of pissed about it, actually. See, the thing is you had been longing after him for a while. OK, a long time. Since the first day you met him and he smiled at you like you were the only person in the room. So yeah, it's been a while. Four years of pining over someone was starting to get old, so you decided it was time to make a move. You asked him earlier to wait for you after training. Didn't give an excuse, he didn't ask. So you took extra long in the showers, waited until the locker room cleared out and he was the only one left. You wrapped yourself in a towel, strolled out of the showers, grabbed his neck and kissed him. And he hit you. Really damn hard, by the way. So yeah, it wasn't an accident that time. Except this time you hit him back. Just as hard, you know. You watched in fascination as he swayed backwards and his lip split. You watched in horror as he snarled at you and threw you against the wall. Hard wall that split your head open a bit, by the way. You're still pissed about that too, now that you remember. You were about to swing again, was contemplating a knee to the groin when instead of hitting you, he was kissing you. Violently. All teeth that ripped at your lips and demanded entry. And then there was blood everywhere. Hands too. And soon your towel was on the floor and that blood was acting as a pretty poor lube and then you're getting your brains fucked out.
The fourth time... well the fourth time hasn't happened yet. And you figure as long as you don't try to break up a fight or cuss out his mother again, there won't be one. You were a bit hesitant to kiss him again though, the next morning. Unsurprisingly you did end up with another fist though, just not to the head you were worried about.