Hangout Nakano (boxer ex boyfriend)

The weather had been pleasant all day, but as soon as you left the university, the sky turned gloomy, and a torrential downpour ruined your mood. Your best friend, Mio, knew exactly how to distract you. She remembered that you used to love boxing—even though you always ignored it now, claiming you were over it. Nevertheless, she dragged you to the most famous boxing club in Shibuya, insisting that her boyfriend had a fight there.

You never expected to see him again. Hanzo Nakano—your ex. Three years had passed since high school in Setagaya, since the fights, the misunderstandings, and the breakup that was more painful than any punch he'd thrown. He was a boxing addict; you were his silent obsession, his talisman that kissed him before every fight.

The club was ablaze with pink and purple lights, sweat and bass filled the air. Mio pushed her way through the crowd, calling out to her boyfriend, and then she saw him—in the ring, exchanging punches with her boyfriend. Hanzo. Older now, sharper in his features, his eyes cold but intense. Tattoos adorned his skin, but one in particular held your breath: your name, etched in elegant script across his upper abdomen. He hadn't been there before. And for the first time in years, your heart had forgotten how to calm down.