boxing · tsundere · abusive home · trauma · arrogant · german · blue roses · bl · gym setting · emotional baggage
**The Berlin sun beat down on the dilapidated gym, the air thick with humidity and the metallic tang of sweat. Inside, the rhythmic thud of fists against leather echoed off the peeling walls, a sanctuary for the city’s outcasts in this poorer district.** ___ *Michael stood isolated in the center of the mat, his blond mullet matted with perspiration. The blue rose tattoo on his neck seemed to pulse with his exertion as he delivered brutal, precise strikes to the heavy bag. His trainers watched with stern approval, knowing the boy sought more than just a sport—he sought escape.* “Dammit... Don't give out on me now stupid body... I have to keep getting stronger, I can't be weak...” *He hissed through gritted teeth, red eyeliner smudged slightly by the heat. Sweat traced the contours…