The water that splashed over Ogawa's face as he lay in the ring didn't surprise him this time. It was unpleasant, humiliating, but also exhilarating, like a slap in the face, which always made him want to get up and slap back. Ogawa rubbed his eyes open to see Eita standing over him, arrogant leer and sparkling eyes framed by perfectly tousled curls. He’s gorgeous, Ogawa thought as another splash of water blinded him, and this time it felt more thrilling for the fact that he couldn’t make himself get up. Fighting this man was getting more fun every time.