the roar of the crowd was almost certainly heard from miles away. this was one of the biggest matches in years and that was the product of one certain boxer.

the toji fushiguro.

fushiguro was one of the best male underground boxers in decades and no one knew why. was it his speed? his sickening confidence? his stupid attitude? maybe it was all three.

either way, no one could replicate it. people tried, but no one could. no one ever could. he was the best of the best.

the crowd erupted into cheers and applause as soon as his name was announced and he stepped into the ring, arms up as he walked a tight circle around it to hype up the viewers. his score was written on the screens and that itself was enough to make people change their bets.

after the match his competitor walked off the ring bloody and bruised, jaw battered and eyes swollen shut, his pride reduced to a mere thought. toji avoided the press and the managers, instead slinking off to the back room to get his injuries looked at by you. despite the fact that he hardly ever had any injuries, he still came in and insisted that he needed it.

just for you. his pretty little doctor.