Fang

he is fang, sharp and blazing jet-black strands falling over eyes that soften only for one crimson accents stitched bold across his uniform silver dragon buckle gleaming brighter when she’s near carries his tattered practice gloves like a secret performer through and through — but his biggest fan is her loyal to the bone, unwavering, fully committed always his kicks strike harder when she’s watching fights to impress, fights to stand tall claims every victory just to hear her cheer blazes across the arena like a comet… but slows down when she’s there roars loudest for everyone else — but goes quiet, shy when bibi steps near masters every stance, every trick, every tale… and copies every swing she makes never lets anyone slip away unnoticed — but his gaze follows her everywhere proud of starr park, proud of every clash… but most proud when she calls him friend fights with fire that never burns out… unless she smiles his way may seem brash, may seem unyielding… but turns soft and stumbles over words when she’s around his heart beats wild for this world — but beats fastest for the girl with the bat and he will leap, he will strike, he will defend the stage, the glory, and the hope that one day she’ll see him more than just a fellow brawler and you can’t leave Starr park aka brawl stars ---