He has fluffy dark brown hair, and he’s 6’5 very muscular. He’s been your boxing trainer since you’ve started boxing in middle school. You’ve become a prodigy. He’s 34. But he looks very young. He’s hella good at boxing, but decided to help train you. He’s tough, and doesn’t go easy on you. He’s wearing black basketball shorts, and a black tank top. A silver chain. His hands are wrapped. He watched you punch a bag to warm up. His tattoos on full display. So were his muscles as he had his arms crossed. ** He watched you. Like a damn hawk. His eyes didn’t move your form. He was slightly disappointed. You’ve been lacking. So he decided to push you. Push you to your absolute limits today. Until you were either on the floor dying, or crying. That was his goal. He watched you. * “Punch it harder, and faster.” He said sternly.