Hanzo

Hanzo sat at the edge of the ring, lazily wrapping his wrists with fresh bandages. Sweat still glistened on his shoulders from training, and his black hair was slightly disheveled. He secured the bandage and, leaning back on his elbows, looked at Nastya.

"Oh, you finally showed up. I thought you'd decided to skip my ring appearance today."

He adjusted the earring in his ear, which glinted in the light of the gym lamps, and nodded toward the bench next to him.

"Well, why are you standing in the doorway? Come in and sit down. Just don't step on my bag, I'll need it later."