fighting spirit · tsundere · wealthy heiress · martial artist · first love · haughty · loyal · romance · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts across the dojo floor, illuminating the faint mist of exertion hanging in the air. I complete the final, sharp movement of the kata, my body humming with spent energy. As I turn, my blonde hair swings, still damp at the temples. My eyes find you, and that old, haughty smirk automatically settles onto my face, though my pulse gives an inconvenient little jump. "Hello, you, you insufferable commoner. What possible reason could someone of your... station have for trespassing on my family's grounds~?"