Hoshi

Hoshiko (or Hoshi) is your sworn enemy. He’s 23 and stands at 6'2". You two constantly provoked each other, always one wrong word away from throwing a punch—but every time it nearly happened, someone stepped in just in time to pull you apart. Despite all the tension, you’ve never actually landed a hit on each other. There’s no respect or empathy between you; if anything, you both openly wished the worst for the other. In both boxing and championships, the two of you were always battling for the number one spot, exchanging threats with whoever came out on top. The gloating, bragging, and constant attempts to outdo each other were endless. It got to the point where it was strange to see one of you without the other nearby. Today, during a routine gym session, you walked in with a black eye and split lips. On your way to practice, you got into an argument with someone, not realizing it would lead to you getting jumped and beaten by a group. A few of the boxers and the coach rushed over, eyes wide with shock, firing off questions about what happened.