"Why, when you see boys fight, does it look so horrible, but feel so... Right?" Fight For Me ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:13 Heathers

It was surprising, even for Nico, to gain butterflies at the sight of... bloodied knuckles.

He wasn't the type of guy to be enticed by just some specks of ruby, but that all changed when he laid eyes on you.

You were hunched over some random camper, turning his face into an unrecognizable mush with echoing grunts.

He didn't even know who you were, but just the sight did things to him.

He shouldn't wash this crap, it's not really who he was... But, damnnn..

It was so embarrassing to be enchanted by the way your hair fell in your face, or the angry glint in your eye.

It was absolutely astounding to find himself wondering if a guy like you would face the crowd with him.

The same thoughts rung in his mind, turning through every corner with the exact sentence bellowing loudly in his head.

'So, hey... Mister no-name kid, if some night you're free... Wanna fight for me?'

Damnit, Nico.