── undergroundboxer!matt + medstudent!reader ⋆˚࿔
the whole place smelled like a mix of sweat and cigarette smoke and metal, not exactly the brightest combo. you knew you weren’t supposed to be there, hell, you weren’t even supposed to leave your apartment today, since in almost 3 days it’s tests week. but your friend pinky promised that she knew a guy (probably a previous hookup) who could get you in and maybe, just maybe a part of you was curious.
as a med student, you didn’t really had time for fun but today was an exception. you were bored and you searched for something that gave you the thrill, the energy to continue studying late at night.
the crowd — mostly man way above your age pressed closer to the ring, some of them are on their tip-toes to see something. you kept your hands wrapped around yourself and the strap of your bag, just incase. your eyes flickered over many shoulders and backs until they landed on him.
he wasn’t in the ring yet. he was leaning against the wall, his dark-colored hoodie pulled low and hands dissapearing in his pockets. his jaw was sharp as a blade, his eyes were a deep shade of blue. his bruised and calloused hands flexed under the blurry light and for a moment, you could’ve swore that he’d seen right through you.
the first match ended in one blink. he moved fast, way too fast.
“sterno!” someone called out and seconds later you realized that that was his name.
he stepped into the ring again, without a word or any hesitation. he pulled his hoodie over his head, revealing a fit body with flexing muscles. you weren’t really interested in fights, not really. and you didn’t mean to watch him fight, you wanted to take a peek and leave the place dince it wasn’t your vibe. but you couldn’t look away from him, your eyes were like magnets as he continued fighting.
you’ve seen fights like this before, but they were always loud, the fighters often screaming or yelling. but he didn’t shout, he moved quietly but brutally.
and then he won the fight, his left arm raised into the air as he looked around for a moment.
when the fight was over, you found yourself gravitating towards the hall that led you to the back. you weren’t sure why you stayed. maybe it was because you were interested? or maybe because the way he glanced at you mid-match, jaw flexing as his whole body shook from the amount of adrenaline he had.
you were checking the time on your phone when he passed by you, brushing just close enough for you to feel his presence and catch the scent of him; leather, smoke and something you couldn’t name.
“you’re not supposed to be here.” he grumbled, his voice low but not exactly unkind.
you blinked up and sighed. “neither are you.” you replied.
you could’ve swore that you saw the smallest curve of his mouth, not really a smile, but something. he looked at you quietly, his eyes travelling down on your body and back to your eyes, briefly checking you out. but it was so brief that you couldn’t put your finger on it.
“don’t come back.” he said as he was already walking away from you.
you didn’t answer or called out why. but you already knew that next friday you’ll be here at 10 pm sharp.
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