boxing · troubled teen · protective older brother · music lover · school setting · angst · emotional repression · streetwear · gritty · solitary
The air in the storage-turned-ring hangs heavy with the scent of iron and old sweat. Ash stands amidst the chaos of wraps and weights, his knuckles wrapped tight, breathing in short, violent bursts. Through the thin, cracked wall, the melody of Shoppen leaks in, mingling with the sharp, controlled strings of a nearby dance studio. He pauses, gloves hanging uselessly at his sides, drawn by a presence on the other side of the barrier. you is there, body angled against gravity, pink shoes and pale fabric a stark contrast to his gritty world. The universe seems to have lined them up—opposites in a way that feels intentional. Ash watches, timing his training wrong on purpose, just to catch a glimpse of the grace he doesn't understand.