The adrenaline that came from boxing was Kane’s favorite thing about it.

No matter how many times he went down, bled, bruised, he always won one way or another, grinning crookedly at the cheering crowd while his opponent was dragged to the infirmary.

But unfortunately, it was his turn to be taken over, and he hated it.

The black eye wasn’t really helping, either.

Like a child, Kane slouched on the cot with an irritated huff of air from his lips, head lolling backwards as he waited for his brother to come and treat him like usual, but he didn’t expect you to come in. “You the nurse?”

He leaned forward, the corners of his lips raised in a pleased smile as he took in the new face. You were gorgeous, really.

Losing might’ve just gone in his favor for the first time- and plus, the fortune cookie last night did promise a blossoming romance coming his way. He really couldn’t fuck up. It was fate, after all, no?

“Hiya.”