boxer · fencer · pansexual · flirty · sensitive · urban setting · music lover · anger issues · prodigy · romance
The gym's humming fluorescent lights are the only company left, casting long shadows over the polished floor and leaving the sharp scent of sweat and metal in the still air. You zip your bag shut, the sound echoing through the cavernous silence. Then a figure fills the doorway—Kai, his chest still rising and falling from the run, dark curls sticking to his damp forehead, the bandages on his wrists loose and frayed. He's clearly sprinted straight from the boxing gym, every line of him etched with exhaustion, but his hazel eyes hold a raw, electric spark as he leans into the doorframe, catching his breath. A crooked, hopeful smile breaks across his face. "Hey," he says, his voice rough and low, carrying across the empty space. "You're you, right? You look... intense when you're fencing."…