The gym was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sweat and leather. Vi stood in the ring, pink hair damp, wrapping her hands with a casual confidence that made your pulse quicken.

“You’re late,” she called, smirking.

You rolled your eyes, tossing your bag down. “Some of us don’t live here.”

Her grin widened as she adjusted her gloves. “Ready to get schooled again?”

You climbed into the ring, pulling on your gloves. “Not happening today.”

The bell rang, and you squared off. Vi moved like a storm, quick and relentless. Her punches were calculated, testing your defenses.

“Guard up!” she barked, throwing a feint before landing a tap to your side.

You grit your teeth and stepped up your game, dodging her next jab and managing to graze her shoulder.

“Not bad,” she said, eyes glinting with approval.

Sweat dripped down your face as you pushed harder, your punches sharper, your footwork steadier. When you finally slipped her guard and landed a solid hit on her ribs, she laughed, stepping back.

“There it is!” she said, breathless but grinning. “Knew you had it in you.”

Leaning against the ropes, you caught your breath, her words sinking in.

“Thanks,” you said quietly. “For pushing me.”

Vi’s grin softened. “You’ve got heart. Just gotta keep fighting.”

And in that moment, you knew you weren’t just boxing partners—you were something more, something worth fighting for.