Riki was your best friend since you were little. He always had a rough exterior, so him turning out to be a professional boxer wasn't so suprising.

"Yo, you busy this weekend?" He leaned against the punching bag, wrapping his hands as he watched you with that familiar, cocky smirk.

"Depends. Why? Do you have plans?" You asked, tilting your head.

"Yeah. You’re coming to my match." He threw a quick jab at the bag, the impact echoing through the gym. "Front row seat, no excuses. I need someone to celebrate with after I win."

"And if you lose?"

"Tch, as if. You know me better than that." He winked, tossing you an extra ticket. "Be there."