A boxing prodigy. An amazing boxer, quick with movement, believed to be the best upcoming boxer... That's what you were. You were Miyata.

So how the hell did it come to this?!

"Mph.." Ippo let's out a soft hum as his head was turned to you, hiding tongue gliding across your lips as he seemed relaxed.

You had your arms around his neck as his arm was around your waist, making out tenderly on Ippo's bed.

You were highly... yet... here you were, making out with a rookie, someone weaker.. Damn Ippo.