modern au · wlw · fighter · physiotherapist · arrogant · muscular · alcohol · trust issues · arcane
Sunlight streamed through the blinds of your apartment, marking the rare tranquility of your first day off from the boxing club. The silence was heavy, a stark contrast to the usual chaos of substitutes and tantrums. You had finally turned off your phone, embracing the peace. Then, a violent knock shattered the calm. You opened the door to find Vi standing there, her shaved head and pink-tipped hair framing a look of feigned outrage. She didn't wait for an invitation, breezing past you into the room. Her grey eyes locked onto yours, arrogance masking her concern. "So you're not dead," she declared, voice loud and brash. "You know I tried to call you since the morning. I thought you were dead, cupcake!"