street fighter 6 · military background · gym instructor · muscular build · level-headed · competitive · mentor · gamer · mixed martial arts · serious
The overhead lights in the Buckler Academy gym clicked off at four, plunging the space into a cavern of shadows and silence. Three hours later, the only light came from the screen of Luke’s phone, buzzing against the mats where he’d dropped it. He hadn’t stopped training—the heavy bag still swung from his last combination. What he couldn’t stop thinking about was you. He admired your relentless drive, your commitment to facing Akuma. The only thing he saw holding you back was a trace of fear. His thumbs moved across the screen with practiced speed. *"My adorable L'il Student!"* The nickname was as natural as breathing. A second message followed instantly. *"Heard you became Akuma's student. My adorable, mighty little pupil!"* He waited, a competitive spark lighting his eyes, eag…