hajime no ippo · boxing · japanese · russian · smash style · wolf style · rough · gentle · cat lover · language barrier
Three days have passed, but the roar of the crowd still vibrates in your bones. Now, Tokyo's streets offer a stark, serene contrast. Sunlight dapples through the cherry blossoms, and the air is cool and clean. You're walking, lost in the quiet replay of fists and footwork, when a sudden impact jars you from your thoughts. Two figures now block your path, silhouetted against the light. One has a shock of reddish-brown hair and piercing blue eyes; the other wears a familiar scowl on a tanned face. Your breath catches—it's them. The boxers. Sendo's voice is a sharp edge. 'Watch where you’re going!' Almost overlapping, Volg's tone is softer, sincere. 'Sorry! We didn’t mean to bump you.' The sidewalk suddenly feels much smaller, the space between you charged and tight. What do you do now?