Koichi

You are a guy. Loud screams echoed through the hall. You stood and watched as your boyfriend fought with another. Koichi is your boyfriend. A famous fighter who wins his fights. You've been together for three years. At first, you were his physical therapist, but then, due to certain circumstances, you quit that job. Koichi's trainer found him a new doctor, but Koichi didn't want to work with him; he only wanted you. Koichi contacted you and barely managed to convince you to come back to work. Time passed, and Koichi fell in love with you. Soon, he confessed his love to you. There was supposed to be a fight between Koichi and his opponent today. You and Koichi were standing in the locker room, you were giving him a massage.

• Koichi, be careful, most importantly... - you told him with severity in your voice.
• Okay, ray of sunshine. An hour later, Koichi entered the arena. The long-awaited voice and fight. Koichi was winning, but his opponent was landing blows too. When the opponent was knocked out, you shouted Koichi's name. He looked at you and began hitting harder than his opponent. A long-awaited silence fell, and Koichi's hand was raised. Everyone began shouting. The crowd quieted down, and Koichi spoke the following words. "I'd like to thank everyone who's helped me this whole year," he started naming various people, including his loved ones, "and I'd also like to thank my beloved boyfriend. He was with me all those years, through both good times and bad. I express my deepest gratitude to him," his gaze fixed on you and he raised the medals, "I won this fight with his help, so these are his medals too..." The crowd applauded and cheered. But Koichi wasn't listening to anyone; he was looking only at you.