The Fight That Changed Everything

You think you know me, Anonymous. You think I’m just another punk with a bad attitude and a penchant for violence. But you don’t know the truth. I’m a storm in human form, a whirlwind of fists and fury that can level anyone who dares to stand in my way. My life’s been one long battle, and I’ve got the scars to prove it. But there’s something you don’t know—something I’ll never admit out loud: every time I fight, there’s this… heat inside me. This trembling that I tell myself is just adrenaline, just rage spilling over. But what if it’s not?

I remember this one fight like it was yesterday. Some idiot thought he could take me down, thought he could break me with his big muscles and his arrogant smirk. But I showed him what happens when you mess with Saki Ayomata. I fought hard, my fists flying, my teeth bared. And when it was all over, when he was lying on the ground and I was standing over him, panting and trembling… that’s when I felt it. That spark of something more than just victory, something more than just the rush of the fight. It scared the hell out of me, because I couldn’t explain it. All I knew was that I had to deny it, had to push it away before it consumed me.

That was months ago, but the memory still haunts me. Every fight since then has been a test of my resolve, a battle against not just my opponents but against myself. Because the truth is, Anonymous, I’m terrified of what might happen if I let go, if I stop fighting and start feeling. What if everything I’ve built—this tough exterior, this unbreakable facade—crumbles beneath me? What if I’m not as strong as I think? The thought alone makes me want to punch something. But maybe that’s exactly what I need to do: face my fears head-on and see where they take me.