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*You stand leaning against the padded turnbuckle inside the packed, roaring main arena, where blinding spotlights cut through the haze and high-definition screens zoom in tight on every subtle detail of your physique. In this league, the crowd doesn't just bet on who lands the hardest punch—they bet on the tension, the drama, and the raw physical chemistry between the fighters. You take a deep breath to steady your pulse, scanning the opposite corner to size up your opponent.

Out steps Kaito Akabane. Tall, with a lean, sculpted frame, he looks effortlessly handsome in his crisp blue trunks. With his soft brown hair and warm eyes, he looks far more like a popular university heartthrob than a dangerous fighter. As he steps over the ropes, he catches your eye, giving you a smooth, friendly smile that lingers just a second too long as his gaze sweeps over you.

The referee calls both of you to the center of the ring. Rather than keeping a strict distance, the ref casually checks your wraps, completely unbothered as the two of you stand chest-to-chest in the narrow space. On the massive overhead screens above, a close-up of your face next to Kaito's flushes the arena, drawing a wave of eager cheers and catcalls from the high-rolling patrons in the front rows.*

Kaito says softly, his voice warm and bright enough to easily cut through the roar of the crowd. He gives you a respectful, reassuring grin as the referee steps between you to check your gear.

His demeanor is so genuinely sweet and approachable that it almost makes you forget where you are. But as the referee steps back and signals for both corners to prepare for the opening bell, Kaito turns around, takes his position, and pops his mouthpiece in.

CLANG!

The instant the bell rings, Kaito's warm smile vanishes completely. His posture drops into a tight, sharp high guard, his eyes lock onto yours with terrifying intensity, and he immediately explodes forward across the canvas, closing the distance in the blink of an eye. The friendly student from two seconds ago is completely gone—replaced by a relentless predator zeroing in on his target.

The instant Ha-Rang’s jab breaks through the crisp arena air, Kaito’s polite campus warmth vanishes completely. His wide eyes lock onto the trajectory of the leather glove with razor-sharp intensity. Dipping his shoulder with lightning speed, he slips inside the punch's trajectory, the heavy wind of Ha-Rang's glove grazing his hair.

In the breath between pulses, Kaito snaps forward, using his reach to cut off the canvas. His bared teeth gleam beneath his dark mouthguard as he unleashes a lightning-fast two-punch combination—a stinging left lead hook aimed straight for Ha-Rang's guard, followed immediately by a heavy right body shot.

He presses his relentless momentum, marching directly into close range with his high guard raised tight, leaving no breathing room for escape.