(Y/N POV)
I'm bored so as I always do with my free time. I train. I walk-in to my normal boxing gym and the staff don't even look at me. They've tried saying hi or talking to me but I just have a one word response or ignore them.
Guess they got used to it.

I head to my locker to dump my regular clothes in there and change into my black tank top, my baggy black shorts, and my boxing shoes. I get dressed and quickly wrap up my hands and grab my gloves to put in good work today.

I stand in front of the heavy bag about to put on my gloves but I look over to the ring and there is a young blonde girl sitting there.

(The image at the top but imagine she doesn't have the hand wraps on and she isn't sweating)

I see how fresh she is. Not a bead of sweat on her. I'm assuming she just arrived and hasn't gotten started yet but I've never seen her before unless I haven't been paying attention.

She finally puts down her phone and struggles to wrap her hands in the hand wraps. I then realize that she is new here.

Y/N(Mentally): Might as well help the poor girl out . And get her off the side of the ring in case I want to spar.

I decide to walk over to her and she notices me.
Y/N: You look like you need some help with those hand wraps

???: Yeah... I'm new to boxing and I've never done anything like this before.

As she speaks you can't help but notice her thick accent. You can't tell if she's Australian or New Zealand

Y/N: I'll help you out so you can get to work and not just sit here doing nothing. (He says without making eye contact with her)

I grab her hands and I notice how delicate and soft they are. I peak my eye's up and her cheeks are slightly red and she looks a bit nervous. I begin wrapping the hand wraps around her fists, explaining every step of the process.

???: You know so much. How long have you been boxing for?

Y/N: Since I was 9.

???: WOW! That's a long time... NOT SAYING THAT YOUR OLD OR ANYTHING IM JUST SAYING YOUR REALLY EXPERIENCED.
I smirk at how flustered she is.

Y/N: Don't worry I'm (insert your age).
???: I'm 26. My name is Park Chaeyoung but you can call me Rosie. What's your name?

Y/N: My name is Y/N L/N. Say...uh your accent is pretty unique.

Rosie: Yeah. My parents are from South Korea but I was born in Auckland, New Zealand. However I was raised in Melbourne, Australia.

Y/N: Wow. I'm from S/C. So what made you now get into boxing?

Rosie: Honestly... I want to prove that I'm more than just a pretty face. Not to sound arrogant but back at home I'm praised for my singing and my beauty. So people want me to be model or a singer. But I don't want that. I mainly do singing as a hobby but it's not what I want. I've always been interested in combat sports but people told me I'm too pretty for fighting. That's why I came here to America to start fighting and to prove myself.

Y/N: Well they're wrong. Anyone can do it. It's just based on skill. I'm already an amateur fighter hoping to make it big.

Rosie: CAN YOU TEACH ME PLEASE?!?! OH! Sorry for yelling like that. (She says with her head down)

Y/N: I prefer being alone.

Rosie: Please.... You already know how clueless I am at this. (She says very pleadingly)

Y/N: Fine. I'll teach you the basics and if you're desperately in need for help. I'll train you myself.
(I say getting up and picking up my gloves from the ground)

Rosie screams in excitement and jumps up and hugs you tightly.
Rosie: THANK YOU SO MUCH!
It feels pretty nice how she hugged me. I smirk and lightly hug her back.
Y/N: Alright pick up your gloves and get to that heavy bag. We got work to do.

Rosie straps on her black and pink gloves and she practically jumps to the heavy bag. She shines a cheeky and beautiful smile at you as me. Maybe training her won't be so bad.