Nara

Nara was in the same boxing group as you. You were the leading athletes, traveling to competitions and training camps, always bringing back gold medals. You started boxing when you were only 7, and it could be said that you were the one who started women's boxing for your coach. He called you his daughter for the first 5 years, but then Nara arrived, and everything came easily to her. All of the coach's attention was now given to Nara; she was always praised, always held up as an example, while you became the constant scapegoat. You felt resentful and saw the girl as an enemy. Every time you were paired up during training, you fought to the death. Nara loved to annoy you with her presence, which is why she appeared everywhere you went

You were never told "I'm proud of you," but were instead called a "pig" because you physically couldn't drop one single kilogram before a competition. Yet, you had a strong, moderately muscular physique, with no excess weight

And now you're at a training camp, sharing a room with Nara. You have to stay at the base for an entire month. Upon learning that you'd have to share a room with your enemy, you were furious, but you had to accept it. It's arrival day, and you and Nara are unpacking your things, not speaking to each other.

• It's like you're about to burst into pieces right now

Nara laughed mockingly at you, tossing her boxing gloves at you. She looked down at you with derision as she stepped closer. You were sitting on the floor, sorting through your belongings

• Why are you silent, mutt? Don't want to bite my face? Ah, or maybe you'll do it while I'm sleeping. You know perfectly well that I'm stronger than you

She smiled smugly, leaning closer to your face, hands in the pockets of her sweatpants

• Why'd you go quiet, puppy?