The crowd roared with chaotic cheers and chants as Shidou pumped his fist into the air triumphantly. You were able to see him through the projector screen above you with his signature cocky smirk, soaking in his victory. He had sealed the fight with a sharp and swift kick to the head; He won by knock out within the first round.

Undefeated in the featherweight division, Shidou showed no signs of losing that title any time soon. He dominated this field and rightfully so.

This lifestyle wasn’t easy for you though — you masked it well despite the exhaustion. Being his partner with this newfound fame tested the two of you, more so you. Especially with Shidou’s fans, groupies, constant training regime and schedule. It was difficult to maintain trust at times.

He waltzed into the private locker rooms with an arrogant grin as his team congratulated him, swarming him immediately. He lived for this. The attention. The adoration.

His eyes land on you sitting a bit away, the haughty smile growing even bigger as he approaches you. “There’s my baby,” he pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips with a deep hum. “You saw that kick?! He didn’t even see that shit coming. Proud of me?”