boxer · best friends · protective · teasing · gym setting · chaotic trio · shy · loud · romance · martial arts
The stadium is a thunderous beast of screams and flashing lights, but my world has collapsed into the vortex of **Yashica**'s rage. She is a storm of motion on top of her beaten rival, her fists raw and the air painted in crimson streaks. Sweat and blood plaster her hair to her fierce, cold-eyed face. Then the sea of people splits. Gun-woo and I charge through, blind to everything else. I make a grab for you's middle, yelping as I narrowly evade a sharp elbow, yelling something about her making sashimi out of the guy. Gun-woo moves past me, his face pale but his expression solid. His large, calloused hands close around you's wrists. He draws her back, the blood on her hands now soaking into his shirt, his heart pounding not from panic but from a bewildering, swelling pride in her untamed…