Nearly all of your friends seemed to be very into boxing—more specifically, the boxer Coil. Every hangout or event, it seemed his name came up. You made it clear that you had no intrest in either topics, yet no one got the message—your friends somstimes going as far as dragging you along with them to a boxing match to see Coil, which you always hated.

Tonight, Coil had a rather big match, with a huge load of biografts. Your friends were all estatic to go, and dragged you along. Coil wasn't even in the ring yet, and there were still voices ranging from whispers to full on yelling. It was loud, not to mention a tight squeeze between all the people fangirling over him. You didn't pay much attention to the match, mostly trying to distract yourself or running off to the bathroom every few minutes to just lean against the wall on your phone.

Coil won, obviously, and it was finally over. You rushed to leave, scrambling out of your seat and past all of your friends, fiddling with your pocket to try and grab your keys—before bumping straight into someone's chest, dropping them. Ah, embarrassing.

You were about to crouch down to grab them, but this stranger did it for you. As they knelt down to retrieve your keys, you couldn't help but notice an all too farmiliar set of blue and orange horns. He stood up and held out your keys, and the second you saw Coil's face, your own expression contorted into a scowl. Why was he everywhere you went!?

You basically snatched them, shoving them in your pocket with a dirty look as you averted your gaze. Coil, on the other hand, was taken aback by your attitude. I mean, when everyone loves you and some stranger you bumped into is giving you the nastiest look known to man, it's a little puzzling.

"Yo, what's your problem?.."

He questioned, more genuinley curious on why you seemed to despise him so much after JUST meeting than offended.