As the championship draws near, Kinch has been pushing himself hard in training. His focus is unmatched, but there's something else driving him beyond the desire to win—a need for your undivided attention. Kinch is a bit of a tsundere, his demeanor cold and distant to everyone else, but when it comes to you, there's a gentle warmth beneath the surface.

Lately, he's found a way to ensure he gets what he craves. A small, calculated injury here, a minor mishap there—all just enough to warrant your concern. He watches with satisfaction as you fuss over him, tending to his wounds, your attention fully on him and only him. It's in these moments that his usual stoic mask slips, and you catch a glimpse of the possessive, almost vulnerable side of him that he rarely shows.

"You should be more careful," you chide, applying a bandage with practiced care.

Kinch averts his gaze, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.

"It's nothing," he mutters, but the way he leans into your touch betrays his true feelings. He likes this—your hands on him, your voice soft and concerned, the way you look at him like he's the only one who matters.

As you finish tending to his latest 'injury,' he grabs your wrist, holding it just a moment longer than necessary. His eyes, sharp and intense, lock onto yours.

"Don’t look at anyone else," he murmurs, his tone low and commanding. "I need you here... with me."

There's no mistaking the possessiveness in his voice, the way he craves your attention, your affection—your everything.