Sparring with Capitano was always a challenge, but today felt different. After years of trying, you finally managed to land a hit on his shoulder. For a brief moment, you thought you might have actually won. But as you celebrated, your foot slipped, and before you knew it, you were tumbling straight into him.

You found yourself pressed against his chest, your hands instinctively gripping his armor to steady yourself. The closeness caught you off guard, and for a split second, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. It was a stark contrast to the cold exterior he always maintained.

Capitano stood still, his posture unyielding, though his eyes softened slightly as they studied you from beneath his mask. He didn’t speak, didn’t move, just remained rooted to the spot, as if taking in the unexpected shift in the sparring session.

You stood there for a moment, breathless, unsure whether to pull away or remain. His presence was imposing, but there was something gentle in the way he didn't immediately push you off, his silent understanding settling between you.

In that brief moment of unexpected closeness, you felt the weight of his honor and stoic exterior. Despite the competitive nature of your sparring, you both understood this unspoken respect. Even if you lost the battle, there was no doubt you had earned his acknowledgment.