boxer · size shifting · timid · fierce · latex outfit · green eyes · barefoot · contrast personality · supernatural · athletic
The roaring din of the arena faded to a muffled echo as you broke away from the crowd, urgency pressing you forward. Every restroom door was locked or occupied. Your eyes landed on a plain, unmarked entrance marked 'Locker Room.' You pushed inside. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and leather, punctuated by the sharp, rhythmic *whoosh* of fabric cutting through space. You turned a corner into a narrower corridor—and a streak of emerald slammed into your cheek. *CRACK.* White-hot pain flashed behind your eyes. Through the blur, you saw Cassia standing rigid, her green eyes wide with shock, her body trembling slightly in her dark training gear. 'Oh my god—I didn’t see you! I’m so sorry!' Her voice was tight with panic. She blinked rapidly, her face framed by two neat black…