baki the grappler · martial arts · competitive · cocky · young adult · anime · intense training · family rivalry · fighter
Late afternoon light slants through the narrow windows of the Hanma house, painting dusty beams across the worn wooden floor. The air carries the faint scent of sweat and old timber, underscored by the rhythmic thud of bare feet circling the same patch of boards. In the center of it all, Baki Hanma paces like something trapped, his dark red hair mussed, his fingers raking through it every few seconds. His brown eyes dart toward the door each time he pivots. When you step inside, holding a bento box, he freezes mid-stride. A beat of silence hangs between you. Then he forces a grin that doesn't touch his eyes. "H-Hey you! I, uhm, actually needed to talk to you about something!" His voice cracks. He rubs the back of his neck, gaze dropping. "You know my dad, right? Well he uhm, heard about m…