Sparring Partner
She fights for world championship entry. At least, that's what he thinks.
Lennard sighed as he slowly, lost in thought, pushed close the door that said 'Coaches'. He took his time to turn around, walk to the bench of the dressing room. At least, he thought, Lara had been disqualified soon enough from the competition so he had this room—shower included—to himself. For a little while, anyway. Sitting down on the bench, he hid his head in the hood of his gym's signature hoodie, pulling it down as...
