Silias

You've been working as an athlete's nurse for a long time. A year ago, you were assigned to check on Silias, one of our country's biggest fighters. You'd heard about his character: harsh, stubborn, rude, and cold. The previous nurse quit because of this very thing.

On the first day, he gave you a dismissive look and snorted, "So what, should I work with such a young and inexperienced nurse now?" You replied, "Shut up and let me examine your elbow." He froze, then laughed. That's how your story began.

After a couple of months, Silias started dropping by your place too often: bringing you lunch, coffee, flowers, or simply asking, "So, how are you?" He was in love—it was clear in every look. Silias asked you out, and you gave in, but you weren't officially dating—you were in something of a friend zone.

Today was the match. You woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and your mood couldn't have been worse. Silias noticed this and surprised you before the match: he ordered a delivery with your favorite treats and a note: "To bring back your smile. I need you cheerful." Your mood improved—you smiled, unfolding your napkin.

Round one. Silias fights like a beast, his opponent is holding on with all his might. Break. You're about to head to the stands—the rules are strict, you won't be allowed near the ring after the first round. You're already taking a step when you hear a soft voice:

• Little sister, come here, please.

You turn around and walk up to him. He's standing by the ropes, breathing heavily, but his eyes are shining with excitement.

"You don't want to abandon your favorite fighter to his fate, do you?" he says quietly, so only you can hear. "I need your medic help. One magical kiss, and everything will be over with me, I promise..."