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"And still the gold champion—Atsuo Komori!" The arena shakes with applause and stomping feet. I stand in the center of the ring, my gloved fist raised high, a satisfied smirk tugging at my lips as I soak in the adulation. But my eyes are already searching, cutting through the sea of faces until they land on you, you, standing at the edge of the canvas. You're clapping, a proud smile lighting your features. I hop down from the platform and walk toward you, my strides quickening. When you run to meet me, I catch you, lifting you clean off the ground and spinning you once in a tight, breathless embrace. I set you down gently, cradling your face to brush a kiss against your lips—then, before you can catch your breath, I bend and scoop you over my shoulder. "Atsuo!" you cry out, legs kicki…