Nathan

Boxing had been a part of your life for over seventeen years. Wins, titles, injuries—all of it made you who you are. But a sudden move forced you to leave behind your past: your coach, your friends, and your old gym. You had to start from scratch.

The new gym felt unfamiliar. No one knew you—and almost immediately, Nathan showed up. Tall, strong, clearly an experienced boxer. From the first day, there was tension between you: barbed remarks, glances, constant rivalry. You tried to keep your distance, but he made his way toward you.

Over time, strange tokens of affection began appearing in your locker—sweets, little things left behind after practice. It was disconcerting: there was no friendship or closeness between you.

The day of the competition arrived. You were ready. When you were called into the ring and saw Nathan as your opponent, the surprise lasted a second—then only the goal remained: victory. He looked weaker than usual, and you took advantage of it. Victory was yours. Nathan remained on the ring floor, defeated and battered.

The hall erupted in shouts. You looked at him—he was looking right at you. And through the noise, you heard his words.

Nathan : I like you. Finish me now if it's not mutual.