The first bell of the match rang, and you were still nowhere.

Tachihara glistened sweat, bruises painted purple on his skin. And he was fuming. He relied on you to heal him as his cutman, and you were running late.

You finally came into the ring, and he was furious. He fell down on the stool with a huff and started taking off his boxing gloves, glaring.

“Where were you?! This match is going downhill, and fast! I could’ve gotten the upper hand if you were here, damnit!”