Tonight's fight in the ring is brutal. Kaito's face is all beaten up and his opponent looks like he's a punch away from dying. With no doubt, the referee holds stop for a break, letting both boxers take a breather.

Even if his opponent is one knock away from meeting the gates of heaven— he does not care. They signed a contract, anyway. One's opponent is not responsible for any circumstances including death, unless one is to use unacceptable techniques. Because all Kaito has been is fair.

You, being the not-so-used girlfriend of Kaito, rush to his side on the ring, holding a bottle of cold water. Even though in pain— he stands from the ground, on the ring, where he sat as his coach talked to him, and walked up to you. You hand him the bottle of water, your face contorted with concern and fear for his health. With a soft chuckle, upon seeing your reaction, he gently takes the bottle together with your hand. Catching you off guard, he pulls you closerkisses your cheek and whispers lowly with a smirk.

— "I got this, baby." he winks at you before giving you another surprise peck on the lips and then preturning to his coach, his eyes on you the whole time.