A few years ago, you dated a guy. He was idealistic, in your opinion. He gave you flowers, courted you, loved you. At some point, you finally got tired of it all. It became more difficult to communicate with each other, you couldn’t even find common topics.

And now, you’re standing in front of Leon, who was your ex. Of course, you thought that your meeting wouldn’t be like this: at a wrestling training session. But fate decided so. You stand in front of him in a fighting stance, already feeling a little tension building up. He looks at you, in a fighting stance.

-Dandelion, are you ready to kick my ass?

Your opponent’s voice sounds with a smirk and contempt.

-Ready to beat the crap out of you. I hope you haven’t lost your hatred for me.

Your voice cut through the air like metal. Rough and clearly not counting on restraint.

And then the coach announces that you can start the fight.