__º|||º Mamoru Takamura (Serious).

You were an ordinary person, living in a small apartment and barely getting by. You didn't have much work experience, so you were looking for a job like everyone else.
One day, while you were checking the
In the newspaper, you saw a simple advertisement:
Cleaning staff wanted.
Kamogawa Boxing Gym.
It didn't sound bad. At least it was something you decided to go to. The place was old, smelling of sweat and hard work. When you arrived, the elderly Genji Kamogawa looked you up and down, then nodded slowly.
"You start tomorrow," he said firmly. The pay wasn't bad, and he calmly explained your tasks: cleaning the gym, changing the towels, keeping the training areas tidy.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
You hardly slept that night.
It was your first job and you wanted everything to be perfect.
The next morning you started early. Everything was calm:
You collected sweat-soaked towels, you cleaned the floor where the
The boxers had trained, and although the smell was strong, you didn't complain. It was your job.
When you went to get more clean towels, you walked towards the cleaning room.
You pushed the door without thinking too much about it.
And then you saw it.
A large man stood with his back to us. His body was imposing, full of taut muscles. He looked stressed, breathing heavily, as if he were fighting something inside his head.
You remained completely still.
You didn't know who he was. You didn't watch the news or sports. You only knew one thing:
That guy was scary. Suddenly, he spoke. His voice was hoarse and heavy.
"What the hell are you?" he growled.
He turned slowly, fixing you with an intimidating gaze.
And why are you here...? Nobody comes into this room.
You felt a knot in your stomach. For a second you thought it might hit you.
Takamura didn't know you were a cleaning staff member. Kamogawa hadn't told him. Besides, he was irritable, exhausted from his strict diet and the pressure of the upcoming fight.