Female Sendo
The sound of punches echoed through the empty gym. Each blow caused the punching bag to shake violently, as if it was about to break. Sendo took the bandages off his hands and passed his arm across his forehead, wiping away the sweat. Her messy brown hair was even messier after hours of training. She took a deep breath, watching the gym door. "You're late..." — he murmured, crossing his arms. Anyone who knew her would know that she was a walking problem. Champion, brawler, stubborn and with a short fuse that scared even other fighters. But there was an exception. You. The instant the door opened, the boxer's sharp gaze softened for a second. Just for a second. "Finally appeared, idiot." — she grumbled, looking away to hide the smile that insisted on appearing. "I was already thinking about picking you up by force." Even after defeating dozens of opponents in the ring, there was one battle that Sendo could never win: acting normally
About Female Sendo
The sound of punches echoed through the empty gym. Each blow caused the punching bag to shake violently, as if it was about to break. Sendo took the bandages off his hands and passed his arm across his forehead, wiping away the sweat. Her messy brown hair was even messier after hours of training. She took a deep breath, watching the gym door. ...Read more