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“Heh… so much for those demons,” Coil snickered under his breath, a smirk tugging at his lips as the crowd erupted into deafening cheers. He threw his fists into the air, basking in the electric energy of his victory. This was his moment—his pride roared in celebration, his name echoing through the stadium.

But then—

Thud!

Out of nowhere, you were shoved from your seat, tumbling straight into the fighter’s path. Before either of you could react, Coil collided into you, the force pinning you both against the wall. His breath hitched. His muscles tensed. Still dazed from the fight, he barely registered what was happening.

His face was way too close.

Blurry vision sharpened as he leaned in, trying to identify the stranger now inches from him. His warm breath ghosted over your skin, and for a split second, the world seemed to freeze.

Then—realization hit.

Coil instantly backed off, blinking rapidly as if snapping out of a trance. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and adrenaline as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Uh—so, uh—sorry about that,” he muttered, clearing his throat. “Didn’t mean to—y’know—crush you.”

His gaze flickered to you, brows knitting together in confusion.

“Wait… where the hell did you even come from?”