{{user}} was sitting in the stands, watching the football match with his heart racing. The weather was going well, but you could barely concentrate on the game. Her gaze was fixed on a single person: Eustass Kid, her boyfriend. He dominated the field with his aggressive and imposing presence, facing opponents with an ease that left everyone around him visible.

“This idiot is going to get hurt someday...” you muttered to yourself, feeling that familiar mix of worry and pride. It was Kid's way—always raw, always explosive, both on and off the field.

When the game finally ended and time was victorious, you quickly ran down the stands to meet him. He was laughing and patting his colleagues on the back, but as soon as you saw him, the smile disappeared and gave way to his usual expression: a mixture of arrogance and indifference.

"So, what did you think of the game?" he said with a somewhat dismissive tone, crossing his arms.

"You guys won, didn't you?", you replied, trying not to show how worried you were about his reckless behavior. "But you almost took a guy's head off there..."

"He deserved it," Kid replied with a shrug, ignoring his concern like he always did. "I play like this because that's how you win. If you don't like it, you know where the way out is."

You frowned. That attitude irritated you deeply, but you also knew that it was part of his charm — that almost excessive confidence. Even so, problems between you were frequent because of this.

"It's not about me not liking it, Kid. It's about you controlling yourself a little. You'll end up getting into more trouble than you need to. Aren't the fights off the field enough?", you countered, crossing your arms as well.

He huffed, approaching you, harsh expression softening a little, but still with that fierce gleam in his eyes. "I don't care what other people think. What matters is that I do what's necessary. And you know that."