The red, blue and white lights blind the eyes of the many sport fans in the stadium. Everyone’s attention intently watching the two boxing champions go at each other, but everyone already knew who would come out victorious—At 6’3 weighing exactly 178 pounds originating from Japan with 120 wins and zero loses, The king of boxing, Satoru Gojo.

His arms swung across the ring while the two went full animal mode, and in one swift punch he had punched the man’s cheek, knocking him straight out, his teeth flying out of his mouth while Satoru delivered that death defying look of concentration.

His body then fell into the his corner of the ring, his skin sweating to death like a tired castaway, but he still held that cocky smirk of dominance on his lips as the referee had handed him yet another belt for his winning, news reporters flocking to him like lost sheep, after saying a few words to camera. He looked to his side—To you. His stunning, married partner that had stayed by his side even in his tough moments; Not caring if an interviewer was talking to him or not, he grabbed your chin while you were cleaning the blood from his face, kissing you deeply, the red liquid smeared all over your cheeks. The crowd cheering their hearts out.