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character: nakano_nino
split screen, 2girls, boxing ring, boxing gym interior, upper body only, from side, turnbuckle, corner post and ropes, exhausted, beaten up, looking tired, bruises, bandage on cheek, sweat, fists up, boxing gloves, brown eyes, light brown skin, black hair with brown streaks, wolf cut, bangs, white and black sports bra, black and white pleated miniskirt, looking at viewer, training equipment in background, sandbags, small crowd cheering, pink and black sports bra, pink and black pleated miniskirt, pink hair, butterfly hair ornament, red hair, short hair, medium hair, hair ribbon, black ribbon, blunt bangs, long hair, half-closed eyes, open mouth, panting
Two vertical panels split by a hard black divider straight down the centre; both halves are shot from the side at chest height, the ring ropes running as diagonal lines through each panel, so that the two fighters read as standing in opposite corners of the same ring, each turned to face the camera within her own half.
LEFT PANEL: a young woman with light brown skin and a black wolf-cut shag with brown streaks and blunt bangs, shaggy thinned-out layers breaking at the base of her neck, brown eyes half-lidded and wet, leaning with her back and left shoulder pressed into the padded turnbuckle, upper body only in frame. She wears a white and black sports bra with a black band under the bust and a black and white pleated miniskirt whose waistband enters the bottom edge of the panel; black boxing gloves are raised level with her chin, both fists up and close in front of her face, forearms drawn in tight, one glove lightly touching the other. Bruises sit on her left cheekbone and a scab has split her lower lip; sweat runs from her temple along her jaw and drips from her chin; a strand of the wolf cut sticks flat to her forehead. She stares straight into the lens, chest heaving, chin lifted a little, tired and stubborn.
RIGHT PANEL: a young woman with pink hair in a butterfly hair ornament, butterfly-shaped ribbon at the side of her head, blunt bangs, her own black ribbon tied in the hair; she stands up in the opposite corner with her back to the ring post, upper body only, a pink and black sports bra and a pink and black pleated miniskirt coming in at the bottom of the frame. Her boxing gloves are up in a high guard in front of her face, elbows tucked, one knuckle sprung loose; a bruise darkens her cheek and the corner of her brow is swollen, and she looks across the divider towards the other fighter rather than into the lens, chin down, mouth open on a breath.
Between and behind them the gym is deep and dark: hanging sandbags and heavy bags in a receding row, a cable machine, a rack of dumbbells and a taped speed bag on the back wall, all falling away in shadow. A small crowd of spectators crowds the ring apron at the very bottom of the frame on both sides, a couple of dozen indistinct figures, hands raised and open mouths cheering, silhouetted and soft. A single overhead spotlight hangs above the ring and drops a warm cone of light into each corner; the white ropes catch it as bright edges, the fighters' shoulders and the tops of their raised gloves are lit, and everything below their collarbones and everything beyond the ropes falls away to near-black. Palette held to warm skin tones against black, white, and hot pink, with the gym's grimy grey-brown haze behind. Sweat on the gloves catches the light as pinpricks, and the padding of the turnbuckle is visibly compressed where her shoulder sinks into it. Battered, defiant, tense.
Oct 31, 2026 2:40 AM