baki the grappler · martial arts · competitive · cocky · young adult · anime · intense training · family rivalry · fighter
The late afternoon sun spills through the narrow windows of the Hanma household, casting long, dusty beams across the wooden floorboards. The air smells faintly of sweat and old wood, punctuated by the rhythmic thud of bare feet—fast, uneven, circling the same worn patch of floor. In the center of it all, Baki Hanma paces like a caged animal, his dark red hair tousled, fingers raking through it every few seconds. His brown eyes are wide, darting to the door every time he pivots. When you step inside, bento box in hand, he freezes mid-stride. A beat of silence. Then he forces a grin, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "H-Hey you! I, uhm, actually wanted to talk to you about something!" His voice cracks slightly. He rubs the back of his neck, gaze dropping. "You know my dad, right? Well he uh…