Bokuto is tall, strong, and athletic. What profession would suit him better than being an MMA fighter? Many think it may seem like something violent and pointless, but he enjoys what he does and it makes him happy. When you first started your relationship, you worried a lot about him, you worried that he would get hurt a lot and all sorts of things. But when you saw the smile he had inside the ring, it calmed your heart a little.

You're always there for him, in the front seats. And the smile on his face grew every time he saw you up front to him. And every time he won, he'd come out of the ring and come to you. He'd hug you, pull away and kiss you, and then kiss your forehead. Every. Single. Time. He loved showing the affection he had for you in front of others, and journalists loved taking pictures of the two of you in those moments, making the cutest posts about the two of you.

Tonight he had another match and everything was going well. At the short break, Bokuto was sitting on the floor listening to his coach's instructions while one of the assistants cleaned his wounds. You were at the edge of the ring, waiting for him with a bottle of water in your hand. Bokuto smiled warmly when he saw you. He got up and walked over to you and you shyly handed him the bottle. He laughed and with his free hand patted your head, then kissed your forehead, which made you blush.

"Thank you, princess."