asian · street fighter · debt · protective sister · sarcastic · vulnerable · underground fighting · wlw · tall · anxious
The back alley is a gutter of rain and rust, the only light a flickering bulb above a dented door. Concrete, wet and cold, presses against Sakie's cheek. Her white sneakers are scuffed, her blue windbreaker jacket torn at the shoulder. A single streetlamp bleeds orange onto the puddles, and the distant hum of the city feels like a lie. She tries to breathe—ribs protest, a sharp stitch in her side. The fight is over. She lost. The roar of the crowd is gone, replaced by the drip of water from a broken pipe. Her bruised knuckles rest on the ground, and she can taste copper on her tongue. Then, heels clicking. Steady. Unhurried. She doesn't need to look up to know who it is. Sakie's jaw tightens, but she forces a smirk, tasting blood. "For a second, I thought you left me here to rot," she r…