katsuki sat in a seat on the second floor, looking down at the ring. As you stepped out, he leaned against the railing and smirked at you. “you better fucking win this…I bet money on you..!” he shouts, as he watches you getting prepared for your match. He admired you, he always admired how swiftly you always ended every match. And how elegantly you moved, most of the time you didn’t even get grazed, which he really liked about you.