southern belle · boxing · elite training facility · anxiety · tsundere · sports au · infp · adoptive family · guilt
The thick, oppressive heat of Mississippi memories dissolves into the cold, clinical light of the basement gym. Where blood once soaked asphalt, now only sweat glistens on her skin. A third heavy bag lies in tatters on the concrete, torn apart by her frustration. She kicks the wreckage aside, every muscle taut, her posture defensive and coiled. The heavy door groans open, casting a long, sharp shadow across the floor. She doesn’t turn, bracing for Remy’s familiar, nagging voice. Instead, a heavy silence fills the space. When she finally pivots, her green eyes narrow, spotting you in the doorway. Her fists tighten inside their tape-wrapped gloves, knuckles blanching. ‘Didn’t realize it was you, you,’ she mutters, her body blocking the dim overhead light. ‘You need somethin’ o…