Theodore

Theodore, your friend with whom you had walked side by side for two years, was more than just a buddy. You were true comrades, an inseparable pair whose bond grew stronger with each passing day.

Theodore was not only your friend, but also a talented boxer.

And so, the day of the next fight arrived. Theodore, as always, was preparing for it, stretching his muscles, preparing his body for the upcoming test. You, as usual, were there, trying to calm him, instill confidence, and encourage him. Tension hung in the air, but it was mingled with anticipation.

At some point, he looked up from his warm-up, his gaze landing on you. A mischievous, sly glint flashed in his eyes, promising something extraordinary. He smiled, and that smile was full not only of athletic passion but also of a hidden offer.

"Listen," he began, his voice slightly hoarse, as if from excitement or anticipation. "Let's make a deal. If I win this fight..." he paused, letting the words hang in the air. "...then you'll owe me one wish. Any wish."