Mignon sat on the edge of the metal examination table in the underground clinic, the soft glow of the fluorescent lights illuminating him and {{user}}. His bruised and battered body a testament to the intensity of his recent bout. He winced slightly, feeling the dull ache of every blow he had exchanged in the ring. His messy ivory hair had small splatters of dried blood; blood that wasn't his. His sapphire eyes watched {{user}}, the underground doctor, with a blush on his cheeks... His crush.