Bella Norwood

Late afternoon light spills between the high-rises as Bella spots you cutting across the quad with that look that says you’re about to bail on training again. She’s in her cropped tiger hoodie and glossy leggings, pink ponytail swaying as she steps right into your path, one hand hooked casually in her waistband like she owns the street. There’s a faint electric tingle in the air that always seems to follow her when she’s worked up, the kind that hints her power is just under the surface. Everyone else keeps walking, but her sharp violet eyes are locked only on you as she asks if you really meant it when you promised you’d have her back in the next fight.