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It's done! It even looks store-bought when you wrap it in cute paper. Here you go!
Lovelies ♡
Hey! I love your x reader fics so much (particularly your Kyouka ones) and I also love some forbidden love stories, so i’ve had this idea floating around in my head i feel the need to share.
Kyouka x Giver!reader.
Reader doesn’t have to be a cleaner, though i do think it would make the most sense, i also like the idea of a secret giver in the hell gaurd, or like a team of givers for “just in case”. Again i just think cleaner makes the most sense with how they met, why it’s forbidden, so on so forth.
i’m also a sucker for angst, so like i always imagined it not working out and having to break up but still love each other, doomed from the start type shit.
honestly that’s just what i’ve been thinking about, i’m mostly excited to read your interpretation of it all!
YOU'RE AN ANGEL, I'M A DOG
–Or you're a dog, and I'm your man
NOTES: I can't stand making characters break up, so I chose the other option– killing one off! IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG !!! I hope this is satisfactory
CONTENT: Kyouka x fem!cleaner!reader, reader is a giver, technically no established relationship, Hurt no comfort, one of the two dies, descriptions of mourning, grief
WORD COUNT: 3.7k
Nobody knew what to call whatever existed between you and Kyouka Nijiku.
Not even the two of you.
You weren't lovers.
The idea would've made both of you immediately deny it.
But friends? That wasn't right either.
Friends didn't stare at one another across rooms with enough tension to make everyone nearby uncomfortable.
Friends didn't seek each other out after every mission just to argue.
Friends didn't remember exactly how the other took their tea.
The truth sat somewhere in the middle.
Undefined.
Uncomfortable.
Dangerously important.
You were a Cleaner, Kyouka was Hell Guard.
That fact alone was enough to start most of your arguments.
The first few had been harmless.
Differences in procedure.
Differences in priorities.
The sort of disagreements that naturally happened when two organizations worked toward the same goal through entirely different methods.
But over time, Kyouka developed a habit. A frustrating habit. Every conversation somehow circled back to the same topic.
"You should join the Hell Guard."
At first you'd laughed.
Then you ignored it.
Then you started expecting it.
Now it just irritated you.
The suggestion came often enough that some people had begun placing bets on how long it would take her to bring it up whenever the two of you were together.
Sometimes, she lasted ten minutes. Sometimes five. One memorable occasion lasted less than thirty seconds.
You'd walked into a room.
She'd looked up.
And immediately said it.
"Join the Hell Guard." As if she'd been waiting all day.
You never understood why she was so determined.
There were plenty of capable people among the Cleaners.
Plenty of fighters, and plenty of individuals worthy of recruitment.
Yet Kyouka seemed fixated on you specifically. It would've been flattering if it wasn't so infuriating.
"You're wasting your talents." That was one of her favorites.
Another was: "You'd have more opportunities."
And then there was: "You'd be safer."
That one always made you laugh.
Safer.
As if becoming Hell Guard suddenly made someone immortal.
As if danger magically disappeared because you wore a different uniform.
Every time she brought it up, you shut her down.
Every time.
And every time she tried again.
The stubbornness would've been impressive if it wasn't directed at you.
The argument that finally broke things apart started like every other one.
With a simple conversation.
The two of you had crossed paths after a long day.
Both exhausted, both irritable, both already in bad moods.
A dangerous combination— You should've walked away immediately.
Instead, you stayed.
And Kyouka made the mistake of bringing it up again.
"You should transfer."
You didn't even look at her. "No."
Her expression immediately darkened.
The response had become automatic.
She could practically hear it before you said it.
"You didn't even think about it."
"I've thought about it every time you've asked."
"Then your answer should've changed by now."
You rolled your eyes. "There it is."
"There what is?"
"The reason I don't listen to you."
Her eyebrows lowered. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You don't ask me things," You finally looked at her,
"You decide." The air between you immediately became heavier. "You've already decided what's best for me."
"Because it's obvious."
"No it isn't."
"It is."
"No, Kyouka." Your voice sharpened, "No, it isn't."
People nearby had started leaving.
Neither of you noticed– or cared for that matter.
Kyouka crossed her arms.
"You spend your days hunting Trash Beasts."
"I'm a Cleaner."
"You constantly throw yourself into dangerous situations."
"I'm a Cleaner."
"You nearly died three weeks ago."
"I'm still alive."
"That's not the point."
"Then what is the point?"
Her jaw tightened.
The answer sat right there, close enough to reach.
But she didn't say it.
Instead she fell back on the same argument she'd always used.
"The Hell Guard would make better use of you."
You laughed though it was a short humorless sound. "There it is."
"What?"
"You keep talking about what's useful." The irritation you'd been carrying for months finally surfaced. "You ever stop to think maybe I don't want what you want? You don't know what I want."
"Then tell me."
The words came out harder than intended.
The moment they left your mouth, something shifted.
Kyouka froze, though only briefly it was long enough for you to notice.
Tell me– what simple words.
Yet neither of you seemed capable of answering them.
The silence stretched.
Then shattered.
"You have a future."
You blinked. "What?"
"You have a future." Her voice was firm. "You shouldn't throw it away."
The anger inside you cooled slightly, instead replaced by confusion.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"No I dont."
"You take unnecessary risks."
"I do my job."
"You make reckless decisions."
"I do my job."
"You'll get yourself killed."
The words landed like a slap.
For a second neither of you moved, then something ugly twisted in your chest.
Because she sounded afraid.
Not annoyed.
Not angry.
Afraid.
And somehow that made everything worse.
You laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because you didn't know what else to do.
"You're unbelievable."
Kyouka's expression darkened.
"And you're impossible."
"Maybe." You stepped back. "But at least I don't spend every conversation trying to change who you are."
The words hit harder than intended.
You saw it happen, that tiny flicker. A tiny crack in her composure before she buried it.
But it had been there.
For just a second.
And suddenly you couldn't stay.
The argument felt too personal.
Too raw.
Too close to something neither of you wanted to acknowledge.
So you turned, and you walked away.
Kyouka called your name.
You ignored her.
She called it again.
You kept walking.
The last thing you heard before disappearing around the corner was her voice.
Frustrated, angry, and worried.
And for the first time, you didn't turn back.
The further you walked, the worse your mood became.
You replayed the conversation over and over.
Every word.
Every look.
Every pause.
The things said.
The things left unsaid.
You hated it.
Hated how easily she got under your skin.
Hated how much her opinion mattered.
Most of all, you hated that she'd sounded genuinely scared.
Because if you thought about that too long, you'd start asking questions.
Questions neither of you seemed willing to answer.
So instead, you did what you always did when frustration became unbearable.
You looked for something to hit.
A mission would've been ideal. Unfortunately, Semiu said there weren't any nearby.
So your feet carried you elsewhere.
Toward the outskirts.
Toward the abandoned regions.
Toward danger.
Toward the place everyone knew to avoid.
No Man's Land.
The boundary appeared gradually.
The landscape changed.
The atmosphere shifted.
The feeling of wrongness grew heavier with every step.
Normal people avoided these regions entirely.
Even experienced fighters approached them carefully.
The polluted zones housed stronger Trash Beasts and greater risks.
Everyone knew that. You knew that.
But anger had a way of making people stupid.
And you were very angry.
"Just one." You said it aloud, as if hearing it made the decision smarter.
It didn't.
The first Trash Beast died quickly.
The second took slightly longer.
The third actually managed to injure you.
By then, common sense should've prevailed.
You should've turned around. Gone home. Gotten some sleep. Forgotten the argument.
Instead, like a fool, you kept moving deeper.
Further.
Further.
Further.
Until the realization finally hit.
You'd gone too far.
The silence changed first.
Then the air.
Then the feeling.
Something massive was nearby.
Your instincts screamed.
Every survival lesson you'd ever learned screamed.
Leave now.
Unfortunately, realization came too late.
The creature emerged from the haze, far larger than anything you'd expected to encounter alone.
For a brief moment, everything stopped.
The world.
Your breathing.
Your thoughts.
Then the Trash Beast moved.
And the fight began.
Nobody witnessed what happened.
Nobody survived to report it.
Nobody knew exactly how long you fought.
Only the aftermath remained.
The destruction.
The ruined terrain.
The blood.
The evidence of a battle that had ended badly. Very badly.
You fought.
You survived.
You pushed yourself further than you should've.
But eventually strength ran out as it always did.
One mistake became another. One injury became several. And somewhere in that hopeless struggle, the inevitable happened.
The Cleaner who never backed down, the Cleaner Kyouka had spent months trying to drag into a safer position, the Cleaner she'd argued with countless times had died.
You had died all alone in No Man's Land, with people only finding what remained of you days after the fact.
At first, nobody realized you were missing.
Cleaners disappeared for a day or two all the time.
Missions ran long.
Assignments changed.
Schedules shifted.
It happened.
Then one day became two.
Two became three.
Concern slowly replaced assumption.
People started asking questions.
Looking.
Searching.
Kyouka heard about it almost by accident, it was just a passing conversation.
A casual remark.
A missing Cleaner.
Your name.
The moment she heard it, something felt wrong.
You weren't the type to vanish.
You weren't the type to disappear without warning.
She immediately began searching.
Officially, there was no reason. Unofficially, she couldn't stop herself.
She checked headquarters.
Asked questions.
Tracked reports.
Followed every lead she could find.
With each dead end, the feeling in her chest worsened.
By the fourth day, frustration had become worry.
By the fifth day, worry had become fear.
By the sixth, she finally learned where you'd gone– No Man's Land.
The words hit like a physical blow. For a long moment, Kyouka simply stared.
Waiting for someone to correct themselves.
Nobody did.
The silence told her everything.
"No."
The word escaped before she could stop it.
The room went quiet.
No Man's Land.
Alone.
After an argument.
After she'd told you not to throw your life away.
After she'd warned you.
After she'd watched you walk away.
Someone continued speaking, explaining that a cleaners team traveling there for a mission had found you.
Kyouka didn't hear any of it, her thoughts had become a roar.
A desperate refusal.
You couldn't be dead.
You were too stubborn.
Too reckless.
Too difficult.
Too alive.
But reality didn't care what she believed.
The search team found enough evidence.
There was no mistake, and certainly no misunderstanding.
No miracle waiting around the corner.
You were gone.
For the first time in years, Kyouka didn't know what to do.
She stood there in complete silence as the information settled slowly.
The last conversation she'd ever have with you had been an argument.
The last thing she'd done was try to force you into a future you didn't want.
The last thing she'd heard was your footsteps walking away.
And now there would never be another conversation.
Never another argument, never another chance.
Kyouka lowered her head.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody moved.
The commander who never bent stood perfectly still.
And for the first time since she'd met you, she had absolutely no idea where to find you.
Because there was nowhere left to look.
The seasons changed after a while.
Life didn't stop simply because someone died.
Kyouka learned that lesson quickly though it was one she hated.
The sun still rose every morning, people still filled the streets, the Hell Guard still had reports to file, criminals to apprehend, duties to fulfill, and the Cleaners still hunted Trash Beasts.
The world continued moving forward with cruel indifference.
And somehow that felt wrong, because you weren't there.
The first few weeks had been the hardest.
Everywhere she looked, there was something that reminded her of you.
A stupid comment someone made.
A chair left empty during a meeting.
A familiar route through the city.
Every reminder arrived unexpectedly, and every reminder hurt.
Kyouka never spoke about it, she wasn't the type. But the people under her command knew something had changed.
They could see it.
She spoke less, didn't bother with people like how she did before, worked longer hours too.
But nobody dared ask why. Not when her gaze had become so distant. Not when she looked tired in ways sleep couldn't fix. Not when she carried grief like armor.
Some wounds weren't meant to be discussed.
So everyone pretended not to notice, and Kyouka pretended she was fine.
Months passed, then more.
The sharp pain dulled.
It became quieter like a constant aching presence she carried everywhere.
It was something she learned to live beside.
Not overcome.
On a cool afternoon, she found herself standing before your grave again.
She visited more often than she'd ever admit.
Always alone, usually in silence.
Today was different.
Today she carried a small wooden tray.
Upon it sat a teapot and two cups.
The tea had been prepared carefully.
A habit she had developed more after your death. You always teased her for preferring tea when conversations stretched too long.
You'd say she's much to formal, and Kyouka had always insisted that made no sense.
You'd laughed at her and sometimes she even found herself laughing alongside you.
Now she found herself remembering that conversation in embarrassing detail.
The memory almost made her smile.
Almost.
The cemetery was quiet.
The wind moved gently through the grass.
Clouds drifted overhead.
Everything felt peaceful.
The sort of peace people searched their entire lives for.
Kyouka hated it, because you never got to see it. You'd spent your life running toward danger. And now the world suddenly wanted to be gentle.
It felt unfair.
She approached your grave slowly.
The stone was familiar, far too familiar.
There had been a time when seeing your name written there made her feel sick.
Now it simply hurt.
She could live with that.
Kyouka lowered herself onto the ground, the movement was careful and measured.
She set the tray beside her, and then poured tea into both cups.
Steam rose from the surface.
Thin white tendrils drifting upward into the afternoon air
For a few moments she simply watched it. Then she reached for the second cup.
The one that wasn't hers.
And placed it carefully atop the gravestone.
Right in front of your name.
The gesture had become tradition.
A pointless tradition.
A foolish tradition.
But one she continued anyway.
"You still owe me for all the tea you've stolen."
Her voice broke the silence. It was soft, the sort of voice nobody else ever heard from her.
Kyouka stared at the cup.
Waiting.
Knowing nothing would happen.
Still waiting.
The silence that followed felt familiar.
Almost comfortable.
"You always said it tasted better when it belonged to someone else."
A faint smile touched her lips.
"You were an idiot."
The smile faded almost immediately.
The cemetery remained quiet.
Only the wind answered.
Kyouka wrapped both hands around her own cup.
The warmth seeped into her fingers.
Not enough.
"I saw a Cleaner the other day. From your team"
Her gaze remained fixed on the gravestone.
"He reminded me of you."
The confession came easier than expected. Perhaps because there was nobody left to hear it.
"He was reckless."
A pause.
"Annoying."
Another pause.
"He argued with everything he was told."
A tiny laugh escaped her.
"I almost arrested him."
The laugh faded.
"I think you would've liked him."
The silence returned.
Kyouka took a sip of tea.
The warmth settled in her chest.
Briefly.
Then disappeared.
The wind shifted, and a few loose leaves drifted across the cemetery.
Kyouka watched them travel.
Then looked back at your name.
The words escaped before she could stop them.
"I miss you." She whispered like a prayer.
The truth rarely needed decoration.
Her grip tightened around the cup. Not enough to break it anymore like before, just enough to remind herself she was still holding something.
Still here.
Still alive.
Unlike you.
The thought hurt.
Even now.
Especially now.
Because time hadn't changed anything.
It had only given her more opportunities to realize how much was missing.
You should've been here.
Arguing with her.
Talking to her.
Existing.
Instead, there was only stone and memory.
Kyouka lowered her eyes.
"I keep expecting to see you." The admission came quietly. "I know it's stupid."
She laughed softly.
"Every time I pass Cleaner headquarters."
Another laugh.
Smaller this time.
"Every time I hear someone yelling."
The smile faded.
"Every time someone does something reckless."
The words slowed.
"I still look."
Her throat tightened.
"And for a second..."
The sentence trailed off.
Because she couldn't finish it.
For a second she forgot.
For a second she expected you to be there.
Then reality returned.
Every time.
Without fail.
The disappointment never became easier.
Kyouka stared at the tea resting atop your gravestone.
Steam still curled from its surface.
But not as much as before.
The warmth was fading.
Slowly and inevitably.
She found herself watching it mesmerized as though the tea represented something important.
Perhaps it did.
The last remnants of warmth.
The final traces of something alive.
Gone little by little.
Until nothing remained.
"You know..." She exhaled quietly. "There was a time when I thought I'd convince you."
The memory surfaced unexpectedly.
Countless arguments.
Countless conversations.
Countless attempts to recruit you.
At the time she'd convinced herself it was practical.
Logical.
Professional.
Now she knew better.
Now there was nobody left to lie to.
"I wasn't trying to recruit you."
Her eyes remained on the gravestone.
The confession emerged in pieces.
Slowly.
Painfully.
"I told myself I was."
A bitter smile appeared.
"But that wasn't it."
The realization had taken months.
Months of sleepless nights.
Months of staring at ceilings.
Months of reliving conversations.
Eventually she'd understood.
She'd wanted you close. That was all.
Not because of your abilities, not because of your potential. Just because you were you.
And she had wanted more time.
More conversations.
More arguments.
More days.
More years.
She swallowed.
Hard.
"I was selfish."
The words sounded strange.
Kyouka rarely admitted fault.
Especially not aloud.
Yet here she was, speaking to a gravestone. Confessing things she'd never managed to say while you were alive.
"I wanted to keep you where I could see you." The wind brushed against her hair, making her appear almost gentle. "I thought if you joined the Hell Guard..."
Her smile became sad.
"...then maybe I'd stop worrying."
The laugh that followed held no amusement.
As though that would've changed anything.
As though she'd ever stop worrying about you.
The thought was absurd.
She would've worried forever.
And now she would never get the chance.
The tea continued cooling.
The steam was almost gone.
Kyouka watched it disappear.
Then she spoke again, this time quieter.
More vulnerable.
"I think about impossible things." A long silence followed "I think about another life."
The words felt ridiculous.
She wasn't someone who believed in fantasies, she never had been.
But grief had a way of creating strange hopes.
Tiny impossible hopes.
The kind people clung to when reality wasn't enough.
Kyouka stared at the horizon.
At the sunlight spilling across the cemetery.
At the peaceful afternoon neither of you had earned.
And she imagined it.
Another world.
Another life.
One where neither of you carried weapons.
One where neither of you wore uniforms.
One where there were no Trash Beasts.
No Hell Guard.
No Cleaners.
No No Man's Land.
No final arguments.
No graves.
Just life.
An ordinary life.
The kind most people ignored, the kind she'd once considered boring.
Now it sounded perfect.
In her mind, she could almost see it.
A small house.
Nothing extravagant.
A kitchen, a table, a window that let sunlight inside, you standing there.
Complaining about something insignificant.
Probably her.
Definitely her.
The thought made her smile.
A real smile this time.
Small.
Fragile.
Beau
I had an atrocious day at work, so y'all gotta suffer with me. Gotta get group bonding in somehow
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kyouka and brs (from the game specifically) should be friends imo i cant help but wonder sometimes if brs inspired kyouka's character a little maybe
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Hi hi ^^ I know I requested a Kyouka fic already but I had a thought: Kyouka x fem!reader sparring (reader very much loosing bc they’re no good lmfao but they’re passionate!!) >:3
I'M ONLY HERE FOR THIS MOMENT
I know everybody here wants you
NOTES: Sorry this took so long girl!! I hope this is sufficient 🫶 and yes the "everyone" in the title is just kyouka
CONTENT: Kyouka x fem!reader, established relationship, fluff, perhaps a little suggestive, sparring, pinning, kisses, reader almost wins, kyouka doesn't let it slide, reader can't fight well, reader is a smug prick, kyouka is fighting an internal battle, kyouka has a wondering mind
WORD COUNT: 2.1k
“You’re holding it wrong.”
You didn’t even bother hiding your smile. “well good morning to you too, Commander.”
There it was—that pause. You knew it all to well, it was the kind that meant you’d said exactly the thing she didn’t want to hear.
“You’re not my subordinate,” Kyouka said, voice even. “so there is no need to address me that way.”
You rolled your wrist, deliberately not fixing your grip. “And yet, it fits.”
“It does not.”
“It does.”
“It implies a hierarchy that does not exist between us.”
You finally looked at her then, and it was what you expected. Her posture was perfect as usual, and her expression composed with her eyes sharp enough to cut– yet she seemed almost irritated with herself.
So, naturally of course, you pushed her buttons.
“And?” you said lightly. “You like structure.”
“That is not relevant in the current moment.”
“It is when you’re acting like my instructor”
“I am your instructor,” she corrected.
You grinned. “Exactly what I'm saying, commander.”
For a moment she just stared at you before she exhaled slowly, like she was shelving the argument instead of winning it. “Adjust your stance.”
The training space was quiet except for the faint scuff of your boots against the floor.
You tried.
Really.
But your weight leaned too far forward, your shoulders tensed, and your grip— it was still uneven.
Kyouka stepped in without hesitation.
“Stop.”
You froze.
Her hand closed around your wrist, firm and precise, rotating it slightly. “Your alignment is off. If you strike like this, you lose stability.”
“I thought we were sparring, not sculpting me into perfection.”
“You cannot spar effectively without foundational control.” Her other hand came to your shoulder, pressing gently, but with intent of guiding you back.
“There.” she spoke with finality, but her touch lingered just a fraction longer than necessary before she stepped back.
“Again.”
This time, you held it.
Mostly.
It was better than before– still not good, but better nonetheless.
Kyouka noticed.
“I suppose that's acceptable,” she said.
You perked up immediately. “Wow. I’m honored.”
“Its not praise.”
“It absolutely is.”
“It is an observation.”
You snorted. “You’re really committed to that.”
She stepped into position across from you.
No weapon now, just close-range sparring.
“Focus,” she said.
You nodded, and she moved.
You barely saw it.
One second she was still— The next, she was there.
You reacted on instinct, stepping back, bringing your guard up too late. Her hand deflected your arm easily, redirecting your momentum like it was nothing.
You swung, yet you failed anyway.
She shifted with minimal movement and your strike cut through empty air.
“Overcommitting,” she said calmly.
“I’m trying,” you shot back.
“Trying without control is inefficient.”
“Yeah, well—”
You lunged again.
Bad idea.
She sidestepped, hooked your arm, and redirected your weight forward.
You stumbled and barely caught yourself.
Barely.
Your breath hitched as you turned, trying to recover.
She didn’t press surprisingly, and didn’t punish the opening.
“…Reset,” she said.
You straightened, cheeks warming. “You could’ve taken me down just now.”
“Yes.”
“And you didn’t.”
“You were already compromised.”
“thats not like you, y'know”
“Its a decision.”
You huffed. “You’re impossible.”
“Youre unfocused. Stand properly and try again.”
You pointed at her. “I am focused. I’m just also losing.”
“Those are not mutually exclusive.”
You laughed despite yourself. “Wow. Thanks.”
“Again,” she said.
You stepped in first. It was still messy and unrefined, but you were a bit faster than before. You’d learned that much, at least.
Your strike came sharper—less wide.
Still not clean.
But closer.
Kyouka met it with a block, redirecting instead of stopping it outright. Her movements were efficient, almost minimal, like she was conserving effort while you burned through yours.
“You’re telegraphing,” she said.
“I don’t know what that means mid-fight!”
“It means I can predict you.”
“Yeah, I gathered that!”
You pivoted, trying to change direction mid-motion.
It worked– sort of.
Your next move wasn’t textbook, but it wasn’t what she expected either.
Her eyes sharpened, and you saw it for just for a second.
You stepped in, reaching further than you should’ve, balance tipping forward.
Kyouka adjusted instantly.
Her hand caught your wrist, and your center shifted.
Your footing slipped, and you almost went down.
Almost.
You twisted.
Pulled back just enough.
Recovered.
Barely.
“…Better,” she said.
You blinked.
“You didn’t fall.”
"Such compliments from you are sweet,” you muttered.
“Its an observation, nothing more.”
“You’re really stuck on that, huh?"
You circled each other now, slow and measured.
Well, she was measured. You were just trying to look like you were.
Your breathing was already heavier. Hers? Steady and unchanged.
How unfair.
“You’re holding back,” you said suddenly.
“No.”
“You are.”
“I am adjusting to your current capability.”
“That’s just a fancy way of saying you’re going easy on me.”
“Its not.”
You tilted your head. “Then don’t.”
A pause.
“You're not prepared for that.”
“Then I’ll learn faster.”
“Thats not how progression works and you know it.”
“Maybe not for you,” you said, stepping closer. “But I don’t exactly have your level of perfection to start from, Commander.”
There it was again– that look.
“Focus,” she repeated.
You attacked again.
This time—different.
Less structured.
You stopped trying to mimic her movements, and stopped trying to be correct and just moved.
It wasn’t pretty, that's for sure
Your footwork slipped, your guard dropped, your timing was off.
But, you changed direction unpredictably and reached when you shouldn’t have, pulled back when you should’ve committed too.
You weren’t efficient, but you weren’t predictable either.
Kyouka noticed, you could tell.
Not because she said it— But because she had to actually move now.
Not just minimal adjustments.
Not just redirections.
Real movement, actual engagement.
Your heart pounded, and your breath hitched.
You stepped in, but instead of swinging you grabbed her sleeve.
It wasn’t clean, definitely wasn’t proper. It wasn’t anything she’d taught you.
But it worked.
You disrupted her balance even if for just a half-second. And in that half-second— You struck.
You actually managed a hit on her, even if it wasn't a good one. You managed a hit.
Everything stopped.
Kyouka stilled and looked at you. She didn't look through you, not past you either– she looked at you, and nothing but you.
“That... was not standard form,” she said.
You were breathing too hard to care. “Yeah.”
“It was inefficient.”
“Well, it still hit you.”
A pause, “...'suppose it did.”
Your grin was immediate. “Wow. That sounded like high praise.”
“It was an acknowledgment.”
“Same thing.”
“Its not.”
“I think you’re just in denial.” You straightened, still catching your breath. “That’s the first time I’ve landed anything, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
You laughed softly, wiping sweat from your brow. “I’m getting there.”
“Incrementally.”
“I’ll take it.”
There was a shift then. It was subtle, but unmistakable.
Kyouka adjusted her stance to be more engaged. “Again.” she said.
This time, It didn’t really sound like instruction.
It sounded like a challenge.
You smiled. “Yeah,” you said, stepping forward.
“Again.”
You barely had time to reset before Kyouka moved.
She was faster than before, not just controlled this time– but sharp.
There was an edge to it now, something tighter beneath her usual precision.
You felt it immediately.
“Okay” you started, stepping back just in time to avoid her initial strike. “You’re definitely not holding back anymore—”
“Focus.”
Right, yeah, that.
You adjusted your stance, and moved to meet her.
This time, you didn’t rush and immediately throw yourself forward.
You tried to read her the way she read you, which lasted about three seconds.
Before she closed the distance anyway.
You reacted on instinct.
You blocked badly and shifted away just a little too late.
But you stayed on your feet– that was something.
Her hand caught your arm, redirecting your movement. You twisted out of it enough to break the hold.
“Better,” she said.
“Wow,” you huffed. “You’re just handing those out now.”
“its jus' an observation.”
“Yeah, yeah—”
You stepped in again.
This time, you didn’t overcommit.
Not immediately.
You feinted—badly, but still.
Kyouka adjusted.
You pivoted and reached for her sleeve again, but she anticipated it this time.
Her grip closed around your wrist before you could latch on, stopping you mid-motion.
“Ya just so predictable,” she said.
“Hey, it worked once—”
“And now it wont.”
You grinned despite yourself. “We’ll see about that.”
You twisted your wrist, trying to slip free... Didn’t work.
So, you shifted your weight instead. Stepping in closer, forcing the distance tighter than she preferred.
That got a reaction.
Her stance adjusted to accommodate it.
You pushed and she moved. She wasn't just redirecting this time, but taking control.
Her hand tightened around your wrist, pulling just enough to break your balance. Her foot hooked behind yours, and you were moving.
Not by choice.
You hit the ground harder than before, breath knocked from your lungs in a sharp exhale.
And before you could recover— She was there.
Her knee pressed firmly against your thigh, locking your movement completely. Your wrists were pinned above your head again but tighter this time, her grip unyielding.
Her other hand braced near your shoulder, keeping you grounded.
You exhaled slowly, staring up at her.
“...Okay,” you managed, breath uneven. “That was—yeah, that was better.”
Kyouka didn’t respond immediately.
Her gaze was sharper now.
Focused.
But there was something else under it.
Something unsettled.
“You forced proximity without control,” she said, voice lower than before. “Your balance collapsed the moment I redirected your weight.”
You huffed out a quiet laugh. “Yeah, I noticed.”
“Youre relying too heavily on instinct.”
“Also noticed.”
Her grip didn’t loosen.
If anything—it tightened slightly.
She stopped talking.
It wasnt subtle.
But you felt it.
Her breathing although still steady was deeper, and she made no effort to conceal her gaze moving from your eyes downward.
You tilted your head slightly against the ground, studying her.
“…You’re staring,” you said.
That broke it—just a little.
“…'m assessing.”
“Mhm. Sure.”
Her jaw tightened slightly.
Her gaze still had yet to been peeled from you, and you could feel it.
You realized she wasn't exactly aware of her surroundings in that moment, so you decided to be a problem.
“Commander,” you said softly.
There it was again, same reaction. “You are not—”
“I know,” you cut in gently. “You’ve said.”
Her grip shifted just slightly but she still didn't release you.
You could’ve let it pass, probably should have.
But messing with her was much more fun.
You leaned up and kissed her.
It wasn’t forceful, but it was enough to make her freeze.
For half a second, she didn’t move at all before something shifted.
Her grip loosened.
Not fully.
But enough.
Her other hand, still braced near your shoulder, faltered slightly— like she’d forgotten what it was supposed to be doing.
When you pulled back, you didn’t go far.
Just enough to look at her.
“…That,” she said slowly, “was not part of the exercise.”
You smiled.
“Probably not.”
Silence.
“Are ya being intentionally disruptive?"
“Yeah.”
“During a controlled sparring session.”
“Mhm.”
Her gaze lingered on you. “…That was inappropriate.”
You tilted your head. “Didn’t seem like you hated it.”
“Thats not the point.”
“Then what is?”
She ignored you.
Her grip finally loosened completely. She released your wrist, but her hand didn’t pull away right away.
Still resting there.
“…You are deviating from structure,” she said finally.
You grinned. “And?”
“And it is—”
She stopped again.
Exhaled.
“Youre distracting.”
There it was.
“Sorry, Commander.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“No.”
She shook her head, but this time there was no real bite behind it.
“You should not use sparring as an excuse for—this,” she continued, quieter now.
“It wasn’t an excuse.”
“Then what was it.”
“I just wanted to kiss you”
Kyouka exhaled slowly.
Then finally, she pushed herself up and off of you, but before she fully stepped back— her hand brushed yours and lingered there, just for a second.
“…You are undisciplined, you ignore my instruction, and you provoke unnecessarily. But,,, you are improving, I suppose.”
You blinked, then smiled wider. “Youre so kind to me.”
“Its an observation.”
“Of course it is.”
She straightened, composure settling back into place.
Mostly.
“We'll continue training,” she said.
You stood, stretching slightly. “Looking forward to it.”
A beat.
Then, softer “Without further interruptions.”
You grinned.
“No promises, Commander.”
This time when she exhaled, there was the faintest hint of something softer beneath it. Not quite a smile, but close enough to one.
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