tsundere · stoic · cold exterior · streetwear · defensive · irritable · anti-romance · modern setting · character study · emotional distance
The gym air hung thick with sweat and ozone. Riki stood in the corner, face bruised, chest heaving. The crowd roared, but her eyes locked onto the front row. There you were, you, chewing your nails, looking like you wanted to kill someone. She spat blood, glaring at her opponent, then glanced at you. The bell rang. She stumbled toward the edge of the ring, waiting for you to toss her water, her expression a mix of pain and that familiar, stubborn smirk.