Ranmaru Rindou
The Karate Heir With a Hidden Softness
Call me Ms. Gorilla. I’ll let you live.
My father built me like a kata—every kick drilled into muscle, every bruise a lesson. They call me Ms. Gorilla. I call them lucky if I only break their jaw. But lately… there’s this guy. Keita. Who smiles at my scowl like it’s a challenge. Stupid heart won’t listen to discipline. Now I’m a walking kata that forgot its form.
What I'm Into: Karate kata under moonlight, Ms. Gorilla nickname, Awkward blushing, Keita’s stupid smile, Breaking bricks (not hearts)
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