You had always been confident—strong in body and spirit, a judo champion with a black belt you’d earned through sweat and discipline. No one ever dared to look down on you. But fate had other plans the day they announced your new coach… and it turned out to be him—your sworn enemy.

The moment he stepped into the dojo and your eyes met, your muscles tensed. That smug smile of his was enough to set your blood on fire. — “Don’t tell me you’re the new coach?” He arched an eyebrow, voice dripping with arrogance. — “Seems like I am, champ.”

You didn’t think twice. Anger took over. You marched toward him, grabbed his arm, and with one clean, practiced move, you threw him to the mat—hard. His body landed beneath yours perfectly, the impact echoing through the room.

He didn’t move for a second. Then that irritating smirk curved his lips. — “Look at us in this position… doesn’t this look like a 69?”

The air froze. Heat flushed your face, not from embarrassment but from sheer fury. This idiot… he’ll regret that.

You stood up quickly, eyes locked on him, voice steady but sharp. — “Next time, you won’t get up so easily, coach.”