[ ] Youre Not From Around Here , Are You? I Figured Because You Totally Just Missed{ Kyro Lee }walking

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { kyro lee } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { he } is ? they kind of look like { park seo joon } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { thirty-one } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { ten years ( on/off ) }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { jacob black } from { twilight }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { - } as a { professional boxer }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { the legacy bearer } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { fanatical } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { loyal } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { five } apartment beside me over in { coral cove }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you! 

BASICS

full name : kyro lee location : lives part-time between palm-view and new york date of birth : 29 / 07 / 1993 sibling(s) : ronnie & miles lee. occupation : professional boxer current titles: tba relationship status : single gender identity : cis male ( he/him ) sexual orientation : bisexual faceclaim : park seo-joon

ABOUT

as the firstborn son of a legendary boxer, it was always expected that kyro would follow in his father's footsteps. the name lee was synonymous with power, grit, and victory in the boxing world, and kyro was the natural heir to that legacy. from as far back as he could remember, he embraced it as his destiny, too. his earliest memories were of him and his father in dimly lit gyms, the rhythmic sound of fists hitting heavy bags echoing through the air. long days and nights were spent learning footwork, perfecting his stance, and mastering combinations that no opponent would see coming. boxing, it seemed, was in his blood.

kyro lived and breathed the sport, his body conditioned from a young age to withstand the physical toll it demanded. and his dedication paid off. popularity came easily to him, not just because of his name or his imposing figure, but because of who he was. tall, with a strong, chiselled frame, he could intimidate just by standing still, yet there was a softness to him that made people feel comfortable. he was charming, loyal to a fault, kind to everyone.

still, school wasn’t easy. his mind was never on textbooks or exams— it was always in the ring, replaying fights, strategizing his next move. it wasn’t that he wasn’t smart; his focus was simply elsewhere. he struggled to keep his grades up, but his determination carried him through and he managed to graduate with decent marks, giving him a backup plan, though deep down he knew there was no plan b. boxing was everything.

at eighteen, kyro had his first professional fight. the build-up was intense; the pressure of living up to his father’s reputation weighed on his shoulders. but when the bell rang, all of that disappeared. his training, his instincts, his years of preparation kicked in, and by the end of the night, his arm was raised in victory. it was the first of many wins, and from there, the sky seemed to be the limit. he was a rising star, improving with every fight, his name echoing in arenas just like his father’s once had.

but for kyro, winning was never enough. as soon as he reached one goal, his mind shifted to the next. there was always another challenge, another title, another opponent to conquer. no matter how many belts he earned or how many times the crowd chanted his name, he never allowed himself to fully celebrate. there was always that nagging feeling in the back of his mind, that whisper telling him he had to push harder, be better—not just his father's son, but his own man. he involved his father in as much of his career as he could, seeking his advice, sharing in his victories. but it wasn’t enough to just carry on the lee legacy; kyro needed to surpass it. and in many ways, he already had. but in his mind, there was still so much more to prove.

despite his relentless drive, kyro was never too far from home. he adored his mother. though he spent countless hours in the ring with his dad, it was his mom he leaned on when things got tough. she was his comfort, the steady, gentle presence in his life. no matter how bruised or battered he came home after a fight, she’d greet him with open arms and a warm smile. kyro was a true momma’s boy, unashamed of the bond they shared. his siblings, too, were a huge part of his life. family was everything to him— his rock, his grounding force amidst the chaos of the sport. he fought for them, as much as he fought for himself.

then came the injury that nearly broke him. He was in the best shape of his life, gearing up for a title defence when, in a gruelling sparring session, his knee gave out. the pain was instant, searing through his leg, and he knew immediately something was wrong. the diagnosis was a torn acl— a devastating blow that threatened not just his upcoming fight but his entire career. surgery followed, then months of gruelling physical therapy. kyro, who had always been in control of his body, now found himself struggling just to walk without pain.

the mental toll was worse. his mood plummeted. for the first time in his life, kyro wasn’t sure if he’d ever step back into the ring. he withdrew from friends, from the spotlight, and even from his father, ashamed of the possibility that he might have let everyone down. it was his mother who helped pull him out of the darkness. she reminded him that setbacks were part of life, part of every great story. "you're not done," she’d say, over and over, until he started to believe it.

slowly, kyro found his way back. he threw himself into rehab with the same intensity he brought to his training. and after a year of painstaking recovery, he returned to the ring. his comeback fight was the most important of his career, not just for the victory but for proving to himself that he could rise again. he fought harder than he ever had, each punch fuelled by the months of doubt, fear, and frustration. when the final bell rang, and his hand was raised in victory once more, the crowd erupted. but even then, as cheers filled the arena, kyro’s mind was already moving forward. what’s next ? and what would he do when it was all over for real ?

though kyro had done what many thought impossible, he never felt like it was enough. he’d reach a new peak, only to immediately set his sights on a higher one. the satisfaction of a win was fleeting, overshadowed by the hunger for the next challenge. his father, proud as he was, often told him to take a moment to breathe, to enjoy his success. but kyro never could. still, through it all, he never forgot what mattered most. his family was his centre, his heart. he continued to involve his father in every decision, valuing his wisdom and experience, while his mother remained his biggest fan, her unwavering love fuelling his spirit.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

ex(s) 0/2 — he'd be a super sweet boyfriend, but at the same time most relationship seem to end because he's so busy, or his s/o can't handle seeing him constantly hurt / obsessing over his career. can be on good terms, maybe it's still a little awkward and unresolved. preferably fc's close to or over 30 ! fwb — two people who fully understand what it is and don't expect it to be anything more, ofc depending on chemistry this could change. preferably fc's close to or over 30 ! friends — he's mainly into fitness i can't lie, so someone with similar interests. or someone who will sing t-swift and 1d in the car with him, bc he secretly loves them on the dl. i'll add more when my brain is more awake.

closed ft. @wandererfms

kai sits cross-legged in the sand, worn-out hoodie pulled low over his eyes, joint hung lazily between his fingers. he hears the slow approach of footsteps in the soft sand but doesn't look up, simply takes another slow drag. however when the figure gets closer, he finally glances over at them, exhaling smoke into the breeze. " want some ? " he questions, tone light as he holds the joint out towards them.

closed ft. @bittcrsweetsfm

" hey, " kai begins, smirk tugging at his freshly bust lip, hands raising up in defence, " i want to be good, life's just not letting me. but in my defence, he fuckin' started it. "

What? Why are you staring at me like that? You're so short. You insulted me with three little words. You're so cruel. That's how big your uniform was when we started high school, right? I had to fold my sleeves twice and my skirt three times. Jeez, my mom sure did dream big.

JACKIE BURKHART THAT 70'S SHOW 1x04 "The Battle of the Sexists"

" ha ha, " she teases in return, " maybe i just know good food when i taste it, ever thought about that ? " she nods along, listening intently. likes how effortless his company feels. while part of her is always wearing somewhat of a mask except for in the comfort of her own home, she feels mostly herself. " i like the added crunch, " she adds, in reference to the beansprouts, understands what he means about the texture. " it's a nice addition. " she watches as he adjusts food in her bowl, and at his next words she lets out a laugh. " hmm, except for the fact i would win both. i meant it when i said i don't like to lose. i think you might underestimate just how competitive i can be, " she states, glances up at him with a playfully challenging stare, brow raising. it's no lie. failure is a feeling she detests, sends her into frenzy for longer than it should. " no competitions, no. show season is coming up, though. it's swan lake. i'll be auditioning. " is fairly certain she'll land the lead, usually does. " apollo is my good luck charm, " words come out without thought, in no way meaning to sound rude. " or, well, i like to think of myself as his. " her laugh is somewhat nervous, shakes her head. " sorry, that came out wrong. it's just . . . we've been dancing together for years, so . . . but outside support is always welcome. and greatly appreciated. as for cooking, i'll never say no to this. "

“ oh really? not a single bad thing to say? are you sure i'm feeding the right person? you must really have missed me.  ”  he's more impressed with nova than himself. a smug smile finds a way to his lips and he does his best to conceal it by pressing his lips into a thin line.  “ i usually use the beansprouts to help cool down the soup. texture's fun too, especially cause it almost tastes like nothing.   ”  miles uses the opposite ends of his own chopsticks to help push the vegetable under the tofu in nova's bowl.  “ if we had a cook off, we'll also have to have a dance off. then the score would be even. i only win when you do.  ”  another triumph grin before his eyes widen slightly. “ speaking of—did i miss any competitions? i've been so busy.  ”  this time, there's an apologetic look. “ i'll just cook for us for the rest of our lives if i missed any... i'm basically your lucky charm. what would you do without me?  ”