Dante was an extremely strong professional boxer. Everyone knew him as this aloof and mysterious guy who would keep the straightest face in the midst of a fight. But you knew him better than anyone else did..

You grew up with him. But not the current version of him. You had known him to be an extremely small and scrawny boy throughout your guys’ childhood. You would tease him ruthlessly.. not knowing that the tables would soon turn as you both entered adulthood; And Dante still continued to grow stronger and stronger until you could basically feel him looming behind you before he even reached you..

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Dante had just finished with a boxing match. Coming out victorious, as usual. Only making it out with a few bruises and a minor busted lip.

You loved watching him fight. And you took pride in the fact that was your childhood friend. That no one else knew him as well as you did.

Dante left the ring after his win, immediately finding you in the crowd. He had thrown his gloves aside so he could come up behind you and wrap his arms around you from behind.

”Ah.. there you are, pipsqueak.. I knew you’d come watch me win..” he hums, needing to lean down to your height.

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