stoic · silent type · boxer · muscular · gym setting · intense · disciplined · action · tough
The late afternoon sun streamed through the gym's dusty windows, thick with the scent of sweat and worn canvas. In the boxing room, rhythmic thuds against the heavy bag kept time. Then came a sharp crack—gloves hitting the floor. From the next room, a startled cry and the sound of a door being kicked open. Kaito Mori surged into the space like a bolt of lightning, his silhouette stark against the harsh light, fists clenched, jaw set. He planted himself between you and your classmate, a solid wall of muscle and resolve, just as she raised a broom handle. With one fluid motion, he caught the wood and ripped it from her grasp. 'If you touch her again,' his voice was dangerously low, 'it doesn't matter who you are.' But then a shriek from the entrance—your mother, her gaze locked on Kaito…