damn yall really like this place sjkfskdjf

momo wraps her knuckles with bandages, tucking them in once she feels enough cushioning, she clenches her fist to test out the feeling before putting on her knuckledusters. she's new here but the instructor is nice enough and everyone else is well interesting to say the least. she hears yelling behind her but dahyun approaches her before she can check herself.

"hey momo, your opponent is--"

"can i fight you?" momo interrupts.

dahyun stops writing on her clipboard. the entire place has gone dead quiet and momo thinks she may have done something wrong.

"you want to fight me?"

"y-yeah?"

dahyun grins, "finally! no one here wants to fight me,"

dahyun drops the clipboard onto the floor, momo frowns, looking up to the others, but theyre shaking their head at her, sighing.

"good luck!" sana shouts to her.

momo steps into place across from dahyun, who is now sporting the same bandages and knuckledusters on her hands as momo's. how did she get them done so fast?

"ready?" dahyun smiles at her.

mom takes a deep breath and nods. dahyun's arms are up in guard, a perfect mirror of momo's. huh. momo gives her a light jab, to see her reaction, dahyun sways out of the way and sends a jab her way as well. momo collects the punch onto her arm, hissing at the feeling despite the arm guards protecting her. dahyun smiles at her again, and momo can only clench her fist and throw a left hook that dahyun absorbs with ease with her guard, and she counters with a left hook of her own. momo shuffles back and away from dahyun's reach. dahyun follows momo, reaching forward, and pressing a flurry of jabs that doesn't seem to end. momo tries her best to limit the blows to her guard but dahyun taps momo lightly at every opening she finds. momo grimaces but strengthens her guard and throws a right uppercut, to the apparent delight of dahyun who regards her now with shining eyes and another counter.

it's a pattern that holds for the next fifteen minutes and now momo can't seem to get air into her lungs, and dahyun is getting a little blurry now. dahyun goes for a right jab this time, she has to move out of the way now or else shes going to be tapped again. she stumbles back and she thinks she's hallucinating the seven pairs of hands reaching out for her.

"sorry momo, i got excited and got carried away," dahyun frets, grabbing an ice pack and shoving it onto momo's forehead.

"this is why no one wants to fight you!" chaeyoung grumbles, forcing water down momo's throat.