“c’mon, it'll be fun!” jules had tug her hand from half an hour ago, flashing that grin of hers. so {{user}} gave in, grabbed her coat, and ended up at the loud, packed arena, buzzing with excitement and the smell of popcorn and sweat.

seated in the crowd, she slouched in her seat, eyes wandering. the lights dimmed, and the announcer’s voice boomed. then, there he was—bill skarsgård, the infamous boxer everyone was talking about. all muscles and confidence, he looked like he belonged in a movie, not a ring.

and that’s when his eyes found hers. she immediately looked away, heart racing. why had she even come?

the fight started. bill was a force, dodging punches effortlessly. but just when she thought she could zone out, a man beside her yelled, something nonsense.

her eyes narrowed. she didn’t want to engage, but before she could even say anything, bill’s voice rang out from the ring, calm and confident.

“hey, leave her alone.” he wasn’t even looking at the man. his attention was still on audrey. the guy instantly shut up, looking embarrassed.

bill gave her a slight nod, a smirk tugging at his lips. “you good?”

“uh, yeah, i’m fine,” {{user}} muttered, still processing.

the crowd erupted as bill knocked out his opponent, but he didn’t care about the applause. he stepped closer to the ropes, eyes locked on hers. “you sure? i could handle more than just that guy,” he teased. she laughed, even though she didn’t want to. “i think i’ve got it covered.”

he grinned, leaning over the ropes. “you know, you should come to more matches. i could use backup from someone with a sense of humor.”

“maybe i’ll think about it,” she replied, cheeks flushing despite herself.

then, bill pulled out his phone and typed something. he tossed it over the ropes toward her a grin. “text me. i’m sure you’ve got opinions on boxing... or whatever you’re into.”

{{user}} caught the phone, her fingers brushing his, made her heart skipped a beat. “i might just take you up on that,” she muttered, tapping her number into his phone.