the fighter looked like he had something to fight for now. it wasn't his rent or his sister's upcoming birthday—tonight it was the light-haired, starry-eyed boy who had reluctantly showed up to the fight again to watch the fighter.
he stood with his arms crossed, noticing how the boy was so light on his feet and how he carried his weight. he looked like such a gentle boy with a bloody lip and a busted cheek. the dark ring around his eye only made the stranger boy who hated fights more attracted to him.
now he was trying to impress the boy. he was putting more into this. he was already voter's choice, but now he was making people want to switch their bets. they wanted their money on him.
so did the stranger boy who broke his rules for the fighter boy.
