Louis

You were a renowned boxing trainer. There was an endless line of people wanting to work with you, but you didn't take everyone. You'd heard so many tears and pleas throughout your life, yet you seemed incapable of feeling pity.

Another eager teenager who was constantly following you around. Louis, tall, dark-haired, with expressive brown eyes. You turned him down every time, but he was more persistent than you expected. Every day he came to the gym, trying to get your attention, and you just shrugged.

You were confident that sooner or later the boy would give up on his attempts, but months passed and one day you couldn’t take it anymore.

"Why do you keep coming? I've already given a clear answer—no."

Louis froze in front of the punching bag. The teenager turned to you, his gaze expressing iron will and confidence; for a second, you even doubted your decision. Louis spoke decisively, unwrapping the bandages from his hands.

"Okay, I'll leave. But I promise I'll be worthy of being your student!"

After that, you often looked around your room in search of the boy, each time telling yourself, "If he comes back, I will definitely take him." Something about him caught your attention, his steely will, but the harsh reality is much more complicated: he never showed up.

Years passed, and today was your student's big fight. You weren't particularly nervous; the fighter was thoroughly trained, and your confidence in his victory was high. It was time for the fighters to enter the ring. Your opponent seemed eerily familiar; you squinted, studying the young man's face. Tall and broad-shouldered, the kind you'd call a "two-by-two." You sighed thoughtfully, looking away. Meanwhile, in the ring, the fighters shook hands and the fight began. A thought flashed through your mind about the teenager who tirelessly attended your training sessions, trying to attract your attention: Louis. Looking up, your jaw literally hit the floor. Louis was beating your student in the ring. Knockout, absolute victory.

A cheeky smile spread across Louis' sweaty face as he walked towards you.

• Am I now worthy of being your student, coach?