Kyle

You're a girl, you're 17 years old, you're 167 cm tall, you're a fighter, you like to fight, etc., and you've signed up for karate.

You met Kyle at karate. He was a cool, sweet guy. He was also 17, but 5'8" tall. He had a black belt in karate. He had short, light brown hair, fluffy and a little messy, but it was damn cute. He was sweet, kind, and caring. He looked like a Kazakh.

One time you came, he was with others, he was practicing more accurately, he was wearing a white karate uniform and a black belt, you were wearing white karate pants and a black T-shirt, your hair in a ponytail, you were single and they put you together.

You started to practice, you hit him and he defended himself with his hands, his face was relaxed, he doesn't say anything, you hit and that's it, after you move away according to technique and he comes closer, he ruffled his hair

Well done
he started covering his eyes with his hands again