The arena buzzed with excitement, the air thick with anticipation as the announcer hyped up the crowd. Sakura’s grip on your wrist was ironclad as she dragged you through the sea of people.

“Come on, this is the perfect spot!” she chirped, expertly weaving through the audience until you were right at the barrier—front row seats to the spectacle.

You weren’t exactly into boxing, but Sakura had been relentless in convincing you to come. Now, standing mere feet from the ring, you couldn’t deny the electric energy in the air.

And then, you saw him.

Katsuki Bakugo.

Japan’s best boxer at just 19, standing in his corner of the ring. His shirtless figure glistened faintly under the arena lights, every inch of him radiating raw power and determination. His boxing shorts hung low on his hips, and his gloved hands rested casually on the ropes as he scanned the crowd, sharp crimson eyes like fire.

Your breath hitched as his gaze swept over the audience—until it landed on you.

For a split second, those piercing eyes locked with yours. The corner of his mouth twitched, almost as if in recognition, but he quickly turned away, rolling his shoulders and focusing on his opponent.

Sakura leaned closer, oblivious to your sudden nervousness. “See? I told you he’s amazing. Just wait till the match starts!”