An Amused Grin Takes Shape, Forever A Look Of Adoration Whenever He Looks At His Siblings. Is That So

an amused grin takes shape, forever a look of adoration whenever he looks at his siblings. “ is that so ? shall we call dad, let him know that he got it wrong ? that you are the true prodigy. ” he nods, brow raising in challenge as he takes off his gloves, tosses them to the side of the ring. “ go on then,” kyro softly encourages, raising his hands up, palms open, “ give it your best shot. show me how it’s really done. ”

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"your right hook is lacking," she laughs, lowering the pads and tapping his arm with one. it had been a while since ronnie had gotten into the gym with kyro, not exactly finding it her idea of a great time. she did, however, cherish any and all time she got to spend with her older brother. if that meant she had to spend the afternoon in a sweaty gym, so be it. "i think i could've thrown a better one than that last one. wanna test it out, no gloves ?"

noa shakes her head, heart sinking. it's silly, she knows it. it's just a bit of clothing, but it means something to her. " oh no, you don't understand, this is a custom-made piece. it's a one of a kind. completely irreplicable. " the brunette pauses, takes a deep breath to regain some composure. it's been a stressful day and this is just the icing on the cake. hands move animatedly as she begins to explain. " my cat, coco . . . she got into my closet. decided to take a nibble. and here's the thing— i can't even be mad at her, because she clearly has impeccable taste just like her mother. "

open to — anyone ( @palmviewstarters ), located in : seaglass heights, farmer's market !

" ah, you should've brought this to me way earlier. " alina holds up the garment, twisting it this way and that under the sunlight before handing it back to its rightful owner. " honestly, you might just be better off buying something new. how'd that hole even happen ? "

noa opens her mouth to respond, then quickly stops herself. there's a slight air of confusion that surrounds the brunette who usually has a much easier time brushing people off. typically by this point someone would give up— one long-winded explanation was usually all it took. yet he's still asking, looking at her like he finds the whole thing amusing. she can't help but to find his teasing grin a little disarming. " you think my plans are perfect ? " is the first question to come, and it's totally not the point of the conversation, yet the words alone help lower the guard she has up. even if it wasn't meant that way. " fine, " she breathes out, corrects her posture as she flips long curls behind her shoulder, an attempt to distract from the fact she's slightly flustered. noa braunstein doesn't do flustered. " one dance. but you better not have two left feet because if you scuff my shoes, i won't be happy about it. they're jimmy choo's. " because of course, just like everything else, she already has her outfit planned to the last accessory. it's then she realizes her gaze has softened, smile warm. as if to conceal it, she's straight back into work-mode. " and if you make me miss anything important— anything at all— don’t blame me when your desirability score plummets and no one else wants to dance with you again. like ever. "

a grin takes hold of his lips , leaning back a bit as he watches noa go through her detailed explanation . his eyes gleam with amusement , arms crossing over his chest as he lets her words wash over him . he doesn’t interrupt — just lets her ramble , the corners of his lips quirking up the more she talks . when she finally stops , offering that polite smile , he chuckles softly , shaking his head . " you really think i’m gonna let you off that easy ? " his drawl is smooth , teasing as he raised an eyebrow , the corners of his lips curling into a teasing grin . “ sure , you’ve got charts and compatibility scores , and i get it , the whole world’s gonna be on your shoulders that night . but, imagine this — just one dance , no spreadsheets , no body language analysis . just you and me , lost in a moment that doesn’t fit into your perfect plan . what do you say ? ” dax’s gaze softened , a sincere look peeking through his playful exterior . “ i promise , it’ll be quick . i’ll even let you pick the song , so it’s not like we’re taking too much time out of your busy schedule . what do you say , noa ? give it a shot — just this once ? ”

[ … ] ❀ 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.

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