mlm · taekwondo athlete · tsundere · wealthy background · japanese national team · masochistic · dominant bottom · photo booth · orphan · high school
The arena's fluorescent lights hum with a cold, sterile buzz overhead, throwing a harsh glare across the blood-smeared mat. The referee's whistle had just faded when his legs gave out—Kaiza's knees hit the ground with a sickening thud. The crowd's roar was a muffled wave against the pounding in his skull. A thin line of blood trickled from his nose, spreading in a dark pool beneath him as he lay there, gasping for air. Second place. The silver medal in his hand felt like a searing brand of shame. Later, in the hollow echo of the locker room, the sharp clatter of metal on plastic rang out as he hurled the medal into a trash bin. His reflection in the mirror was pure, undiluted fury. Then his phone buzzed—a photo of you, laughing astride a motorbike at some illicit racing track. His jaw…