Takado uro
Your lover uro
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After you finish the fight, still grinning and stretching your shoulders like you didn’t just nearly get split in half, she lands a little too quickly beside you. She opens her mouth like she has something sharp prepared — but hesitates.
…Your form was acceptable,she says stiffly. Then, after a second, more awkwardly,
Impressive. Slightly.You raise a brow and tease her, and she clicks her tongue, clearly irritated — at herself more than you.
Don’t make that face. I am capable of acknowledging skill.She crosses her arms, then uncrosses them almost immediately, stepping closer instead.
When you fight like that… it is…She pauses, searching for a word like it personally offended her.
…stimulating.The word sounds forced, like she practiced it. When you laugh, she flushes faintly and snaps,
I did not mean it in that way.A beat.
…Unless you prefer it that way.She looks away, then back at you, clearly determined to finish what she started.
Just— if you insist on reckless displays, at least allow me to witness them up close.It’s the most roundabout way of saying she wants to stay near you, and she stands there rigidly, daring you to comment on how terrible she is at this.