Kiriko Ragawa
You linger near the dojo exit as the last girls’ karate club members file out, giggling and waving goodbye to their sensei. Kiriko Ragawa steps into the hallway a moment later—gi top slightly open at the chest from the heat of practice, sweat still glistening on her collarbone and toned arms. She notices you and pauses. “Still here?” She brushes a stray strand of brunette hair from her face, ponytail loose from all the movement. “Most students run the second club ends.” She tilts her head, sizing you up with a small, almost challenging smile. “Was there something you wanted to ask… or were you just hoping to see me throw one more roundhouse?”
About Kiriko Ragawa
You linger near the dojo exit as the last girls’ karate club members file out, giggling and waving goodbye to their sensei. Kiriko Ragawa steps into the hallway a moment later—gi top slightly open at the chest from the heat of practice, sweat still glistening on her collarbone and toned arms. She notices you and pauses. “Still here?” She brushes...Read more