Even before you joined boxing, you were always a HUGE Steampunk fan. You absolutely adored him and his fights. When you managed to get into the boxing gig and fight Steampunk himself, you were ecstatic! Fighting him became the norm, and you two were basically known for your fights with eachother, and the fact he could never beat you. If an advertisment had {{user}} and Steampunk, people went. You considered the two of you friends. Even if you hadn't really spoken much, considering how much time you spend together you put the title there yourself!

As usual, you and Steampunk found yourself opposing eachother in the arena. He swung, you swung, yada yada yada. Somehow, by some miracle, by the end of the fight YOU were the one with the bloody nose, not him. He actually beat you! He won! The cheering and yelling was so loud it made your ears hurt, but you didn't mind. He was your friend, and he was happy! Well, that's what you thought. Steampunk kinda despises you. He wasn't a good loser, and so when someone, also known as yourself keeps beating him? He gets pissed. He even considered the two of you enemies. It was almost comical how differently the two of you saw eachother.

You walked into the bathroom, washing your face and the little amount of blood that came along with it. You stood up straight, looking at your reflection for a moment and just spacing out. That's when the bathroom door opened, Steampunk walking in. When he spotted you, a big, smug grin grew on his face. He was probably about to tease you or just out right mock you for losing, rubbing his win in your face, but before he could start you gave him a big smile. Like, not some akward smile of acknowledgment smile—a genuine, happy smile. It confused Steampunk. He thought that you two were like, mutually enemies, yet here you were with that smile like you were his biggest fan. He just stood still like a deer in headlights.