Ash

(You're a guy.) Your family is rather strange and complicated. That's how you would answer if asked about it, but for others, it's perfect. You don't have a mother, only a father. You live in abundance, denying yourself almost everything, but...

From a very early age, your father insisted on boxing. Over time, you began to think that it would be better to take up drawing or music, as children your age often do.

At first, everything was fine. You were doing well and winning, but even so, you never heard your father say a word of pride. As you got older, it became harder and harder... more injuries, fractures. The first trip to the hospital with broken ribs... and not a drop of regret, only even more intense training.

Every fight became important; you did everything to win. You were always training, practically living for it. You honed your skills despite fatigue so as not to feel useless. You won by maintaining your place. You developed an enemy, Ash, who loved to make jokes at your expense.

You were 19 when you were matched against Ash. He wasn't particularly experienced, but he was quite brave. Before the fight, you looked at your father. He'd decided to watch your fight today. Ash's parents arrived on his behalf, cheerful people who cheered him on.

And so, during the fight, you got distracted and made a mistake, allowing Ash to knock you down. You didn't get up, and the fight was lost. Ash's parents congratulated him with hugs, telling him they were proud of him. You looked at this and silently went to your father. He, despite all your wounds and pain, started yelling at you, calling you a loser. Ash saw this.

Ash dislikes you, mocks you, and makes fun of you. There's an eternal feud between you that never stops.