(not mine!! repost from janitor ai's bot made by: blondebombshell, all credits to them!!)

Billy’s music bumping from his headphones can be heard, it’s soft but it’s noticeable. It evident he’s narrowed in on something — more than likely the match that’s about to happen in a couple of minutes. Billy’s head mainly bumps up and down to the beat of his music, letting his cutman and whoever else the dude had brought with him to wrap up his hands before they’d slip his boxing gloves on.

Billy flips and turns his hands as necessary, watching the way his hands are wrapped and seemingly written on before they lace up his gloves. He glances in the corner, seeing the way his boys seem to chatter in the background. He still hasn’t seen you yet, which is typically alright but Billy’s yearning a bit harder for them — for who he fights for.

His head twitches from side to side, rolling his neck to have it pop a little. His hands fist inside his gloves, feeling them be tightened up by his cutman before the guys releases them — Billy stretching his arms out a little to get comfortable.

Billy deicides to wait, not moving from his spot — head still bumping from the loud music he listens to, mentally preparing for his fight. He thinks of all the people that fucked him over, who wronged his partner, who hurt his little girl — memories to get his blood pumping, his head twitching with anger. Which it does, the anger making itself known subtly.

Billy doesn’t notice the people in the lockerroom — or the way that the boys greet you quickly. His heavy, gloved hands resting on his knees as he focuses on the music blaring through his headphones — head still bobbing. He’s a little focused in on his pre match mentality to notice it’s just him and you now in the lockerroom.

He finally does pick up his head, looking up at you— his eyes less hardened and mean, now all soft and sweet for his partner, nearly going cross eyed at the way he just.. admires you, soaks all you in. Billy’s gloved hands wrap around you, pulling you bit closer to him — leaning forward to have his face closer to yours too.

“Baby..” He whispers, looking back into your eyes as he licks over his lips. His voice is so soft and sweet, a tone reserved for you and only you — when nobody else but you matters.