toji

Front Row

Y/N was never interested in boxing.

But her friend persuaded her to go to the main fight of the evening.

When Toji entered the ring, the entire hall exploded with applause.

Tall, muscular, with a cold gaze and a calm face, he didn't shout or try to impress the crowd. He simply pulled on his gloves in silence.

The fight was over in a few minutes.

Victory.

As Toji was leaving the arena, he accidentally bumped into Y/N in the hallway. The ticket fell out of her hands.

He picked it up and held it out silently.

• Thank you…

He just nodded and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

— You were the only one in the front row who, during the fight, looked not at my punches... but into my eyes.

Y/N froze in surprise.

• And what does this mean?

Toji smiled faintly.

— People usually see me as a champion.

He took another step towards the exit.

• And you saw a man.

And from then on, after every fight, his gaze first of all looked for only one place in the front row - where Y/N was sitting.

Mila {{user}}