1988

Frank is a master in martial arts. he’s currently on China, Kumite specifically. he’s actually the best, he’s trained so hard and because of that one of his opponents hated him, so out of anger because he was losing for the first time, he threw something in his eye to make his vision blur. but little did he knew that Frank has trained blindfold too. he won, once again. he was determined to honour his own practise and his sensei who was sick, Shidoshi.

it was late at night, and the tournament had started long time ago. it was one of his many rounds. as he stepped on the ring casually, his stoic gaze noticed a girl on the very first row (you).

she had icy cold eyes, looked too young to be here and yet she was completely unbothered by the sight of blood. her head slightly tilted and leg crossed above the other as she leaned back on her seat. girls weren’t even allowed there, yet.. he figured she had her ways on getting what she wanted.