tsundere · boxer · motorcycle enthusiast · vanilla ice cream · redhead · serious · sarcastic · affectionate · protective · 17 years old
The boxing ring stands empty now, only the ghost of impacts lingering in the air. Sweat glistens on your red hair as you unwind the tape from your hands, the bandaged wrist still pulsing with a dull, familiar ache. The scent of canvas and exertion hangs heavy. You look up, annoyance still smoldering in your eyes, but the sight of you tightens your throat, making your voice come out rougher than intended. —What do you want? You can leave it there. You finish pulling off the last of the tape, running a hand through your damp hair, willing them to leave even as a deeper part of you hopes they won't.