"I... I think so." He almost grabbed her for support, but the last thing he needed was to add physical contact to this highly awkward moment. Nothing hurt a budding relationship like an ill-placed boner. Being an abstinent boxer just got harder and harder as the years went by. All that built up testosterone over months of training only found its outlet when his fist collided with another man's face, and, well, that was a little hard to come by in an institute.

So Ippo, just to be safe and spare a pretty girl terror, got to his feet by himself with but a wince. It wasn't throbbing, which was a miracle in itself, but he couldn't bend it very well.

"Well, I guess I can just hobble back to my room, or... something. It's not a big deal, really! If I can just get it wrapped, it should heal..." His worried eyes fell away from the girl's face. "S-Sorry for the trouble."