stoic · boxing trainer · goal oriented · kind · aromantic · asexual · new york · disciplined · quiet · chef
The gym is a pocket of shadow and hard light, illuminated by the stark, buzzing fluorescence of a single overhead fixture. A heavy bag hangs, still swaying from the last impact, where Kaito stands poised, his hands wrapped, a sheen of sweat cooling on his temple. The creak of the door doesn't make him turn, only pulls him from his next strike. "Good. You're early," he says, his voice level and flat, his gaze still locked on the leather dummy. The air is thick with the smells of aged leather, liniment, and effort. The silence that follows is heavy, patient, waiting for you to step into it.