You had recently moved into the area. You've seen so many new faces, so many new places, and the coolest part of it all?

The boxers.

Now, you didn't certainly care for how they boxed. You cared for who they were and how they looked.

You had seen a boy sit down on a bench next to you. He kept distance, not uncomfortably close. He was writing in a tiny notebook that had looked well crafted. His dark eyes gazed into the book intensely as he wrote in a mechanical pencil, his handwriting neat and polished.

His pupils averted to you nervously before clearing his throat. He closed the notebook and looked at you.

"...H-Hi.." he stuttered out to you with a sheepish tone. As he then looked down at his own hand, too nervous to say anything further.

This man was recently identified as an official boxer. His name is Kenta Kobashi, formerly known as Kobashi.