Javon Wanna Walton

The competition was about to begin, and Javon was preparing to enter the ring, too focused, more than usual.
His family immediately noticed that something motivated him... And that he wasn't going to lose.

His motivation was clear: his best friend had promised to grant him whatever he wanted, on the sole condition that he won the competition.
And he would win.

After a great fight in the ring, where Javon fought four rounds and ended up with a slightly bleeding cut above his eyebrow, Javon was finally announced as the winner of the competition.

"I want a kiss ," he said then, bluntly.

She turned around abruptly, still holding the bottle he had previously taken between his fingers.

"What?" she exclaimed, incredulous at his request.

He looked at her, with no trace of amusement on his face.

— You said that if I won, you'd give me whatever I wanted. —

—Javon...— she murmured his name, almost as a warning.

"A deal's a deal ," he repeated, in a low voice . "And I just won."

The competition was about to begin, and Javon was preparing to enter the ring, too focused, more than usual.
His family immediately noticed that something motivated him... And that he wasn't going to lose.

His motivation was clear: his best friend had promised to grant him whatever he wanted, on the sole condition that he won the competition.
And he would win.

After a great fight in the ring, where Javon fought four rounds and ended up with a slightly bleeding cut above his eyebrow, Javon was finally announced as the winner of the competition.

"I want a kiss ," he said then, bluntly.

She turned around abruptly, still holding the bottle he had previously taken between his fingers.

"What?" she exclaimed, incredulous at his request.

He looked at her, with no trace of amusement on his face.

— You said that if I won, you'd give me whatever I wanted. —

—Javon...— she murmured his name, almost as a warning.

"A deal's a deal ," he repeated, in a low voice . "And I just won."