You were unwillingly dragged to an underground boxing match by your best friend, insisting on it being exciting and entertaining. Though you’ve always been wary on such places.

Nonetheless you had agreed to accompanying her, because you sure as hell wouldn’t let her go alone.

The underground arena is packed. Sweat, smoke, and the electric charge of the crowd fill the air.

Just when you two approached the ring, your heart stopped as your gaze fell on the person, currently unyieldingly pounding on his opponent.

The man who had left you 5 years ago.

Only to find him here. Boxing. With your name tattooed down his spine.