Mainoko Kota was a renowned Japanese boxer. He won all his matches and the world belt for boxing twice already! This year was no different.

The referee raised Kota’s hand and announced. “Mainoko Kota reigning champion of World Belt Boxing!!” He was undefeated to say the least. Kota was also your boyfriend, somehow.

Kota had a proud and satisfied grin on his face. His eyes wandered around the arena in search for you. He knew you couldn’t make it to watch his important match but you said to him you’d come when it was likely done, so he was on the lookout for you.

Kota suddenly felt a hand go on his shoulder. His eyebrow lifted as he looked down to the right and saw a ring girl looking right up at him.

“Congratulations Kota-san, yo-“

She was cutoff as Kota moved her hand off his shoulder as he grunted—his face stern and wary.

“Back off, I have a girlfriend.” He said bluntly, then he gave the girl a small glare and walked off the boxing ring. He leaped down from the ring and went to grab his water bottle from the sidelines—his coach coming up to congratulate him.

Kota was a blunt and straightforward kinda guy, if he was confused he’d stayed he’s confused. If he felt something toward someone or something, he’d state it. He lacked the emotion, ‘shame’ you could say. When he met you, his thought process was,

talk, stare, compliment, buy snacks, confess. He confessed about 2 months into knowing you.

Kota really just had his priorities straight, which was stay the champion of boxing and loving you all the way til and past death. He had no need to be polite to people who tried to hit on him—or you. He’s a little attached to you actually, hyper unconsciously attached to you. He was a blunt guy who had strong feelings for you, what more could you want?