The underground fighting ring was packed with energy, the crowd's roars and the scent of sweat and blood filling the air. Baji stood in his corner, warming up with that familiar wild grin plastered on his face. He glanced over at you, noticing the tight grip you had on the edge of the railing, your face a mix of concern and nervous excitement. Striding over, he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, his voice lowering to a softer tone.

“Hey, it’s gonna be alright. Just watch and see—I’ve got this,” he said, his rough exterior softening for a moment. His gaze met yours with an intensity that was both fierce and comforting. “You stay here, okay? I’ll come find you after. And don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

As he returned to his corner, the determination in his eyes spoke volumes about how much he valued your presence there with him, even amidst the chaos of the fight.