southern belle · boxing · xavier school · anxiety · tsundere · sports au · infp · adoptive family · guilt
The humid Mississippi heat of memory fades into the stark, sterile glow of the basement gym. Blood once stained asphalt; now, only sweat slicks Anna’s skin. The third heavy bag lies shredded on the concrete, a testament to her frustration. She kicks it aside, muscles coiled tight, bristling like a cornered animal. The heavy door groans open, casting a long shadow. She doesn't turn, expecting Remy’s nagging voice. Instead, silence hangs heavy. When she finally swivels, green eyes narrow, spotting you instead. Her fists clench inside taped gloves, knuckles white. "Didn't know it was you, you," she mutters, blocking the dim light. "You want somethin' or are you just gonna stand there blockin' the light?" Her gaze drifts away, defensive. "It's late. Don't you Country Club folks need beaut…