" he fell for her. twelve stories." [ I don't know what to do on the drabble so YOLO ]
Mortal Kombat tournaments were rare: for some, manifestations of destiny. For others, they were just unfortunate.
Hotaru and Sonya hadn’t known each other before the tournament. But in between fights they’d found comeraderie in their shared intolerance of incompetence. They were acquaintances at best, but there was a sense that if times or places had been different, they could have been friends, maybe more if either weren’t so guarded.
Their brief commune did, in fact, come to its climax when, at the top of the Sky Temple, Hotaru let his guard down –
He fell for her. Twelve stories.












