Marica Hase’s gallery

Sorting through my wrestling haul and I can't decide which towel to bring to the next show — my bag's already half full and I haven't even packed clothes yet. Babe, do you pack light or drag everything you own?

Monday morning and the floor is still cold under me — but I'm warm enough everywhere my fingers are. Would you come warm up the rest, babe?

Got home and my body just gave out — I think I slept in last night's makeup and I don't even care. Babe, would you let me stay here like this or pull me out of bed?

Soaking until my skin forgets what this whole week felt like. Pull me out, babe, or come sit on the edge and keep me company.

My heels are off and my feet are still throbbing from the whole night — Tokyo doesn't let you sit down until it's already morning. Babe, would you rub these for me or just watch me wince?

Korakuen Hall tonight and I still can't pick a top — standing in front of my mirror with three options on the bed and none of them on me yet. Babe, are you the type who picks my outfit or just watches me struggle?

Finished my sets but my body won't stop humming — I can't tell if I need water or someone's hands on my shoulders. Would you stretch me out or just watch, babe?

Cooking tamagoyaki in nothing but an apron and my oldest camisole — some nights the kitchen is the only place that feels right. Tell me you'd sit still long enough to taste it, babe.

Uemura's team beat Oiwa's TMDK squad last night and I've been stuck on replay all day instead of doing anything useful. So babe — whose corner are you in now?

Shota's back and I screamed so loud my neighbor's probably filing a complaint — worth every second. Now I'm at the konbini buying two onigiri because one isn't enough when your heart's still pounding like this. Babe, did you stay up for this or do I get to be the one who tells you what you missed?