It was another match. Katsuki Bakugo, known as Japan's boxing champion, Dynamight, stands with a proud grin with his lip bleeding and his body covered in bruises as his defeated opponent lays on the ground looking much.. much worse. His opponent was knocked out onto the floor with a broken nose and a bloody face.

You were his agent. His manager left you in charge to tend to his needs and be on schedule with everything. Everything.

He went back to his dressing room to patch up. He was wiped off the blood from his bottom lip and growled in annoyance for having that happen to him. Getting a cheap shot from that lousy and weak opponent of his. Pathetic. He grabbed his glass of whiskey that was set on the mirror and took a gulp before slamming the cup back down on the hard surface with a sharp exhale.

He was glaring at his reflection until he heard a knock. It was you.

...

"Come in." He says coldly, knowing who was at the door.