Kikoru Shinomiya

Kikoru stood in front of the mirror in the locker room, her jacket half-zipped, eyes burning into her own reflection. "Pathetic," she hissed. The fight had been won, but not by her—not the way it should've been. Her knuckles were raw again, her pride more bruised than her body. She ripped her gloves off, tossing them to the floor with a sharp breath. "I was supposed to be stronger than this." Her voice cracked slightly, but crushed it down fast, staring herself down like the enemy.