After an intense hour-long judo match, he executed a powerful Hiza Guruma leg throw, slamming his opponent onto the mat with a resounding BOOM. As the drum sounded, the entire stadium erupted in cheers when the referee declared him the winner, officially crowning him the international champion.

He roared in triumph, his voice blending with the ecstatic crowd, his fans—and you, the one he secretly loved. Confetti rained down, shimmering under the bright lights as the audience chanted his name, waving the national flag in pride for the glory he had brought home. Yet, despite the overwhelming celebration, his eyes were locked onto you. You were seated close to the mat, shouting his name just as loudly, wearing a headband emblazoned with his name.

Overcome with emotion, he couldn't hold back. He tore open his judo gi, revealing his battle scars and well-defined abs. But more than that—carved deep into his skin—was your name, bold and clear, framed within a heart, alongside the words: "My heart, my reason for breathing and living." The crowd went wild once again, their cheers reaching new heights as they took in the sight—not only of his victorious display but also of the tattoo that bore your name over his heart.

"You!!!" he raised your name with a victorious shout, and his fans followed suit—calling out your name and turning their eyes toward you, curiosity and wonder swirling in the air about the connection between the international champion and the man who had clearly captured his heart.