I don’t think a fight is the best time to flirt
Have some Leosagi:
Usagi swipes at my feet, I narrowly avoid it, jumping over his leg and flipping around, casually trying to find my balance again. “Already trying to sweep me off my feet, aren’t we going a little fast?”
“You’re an idiot.” He charged forward with his sword, but I could see him smile, soft. Like he was enjoying it.
“Is the fighting really necessary?” I parried, my two swords to his one. “What if we just talked it out, perhaps over dinner?”
“Are you asking me out?”
“Are you saying yes?”
Usagi’s ears perked up then dropped to the sides of his face as he looked away.
“My turn.”
“What?” I swept at his feet and he fell on his back.
“Falling for me yet?” I smirked. Leaning on my sword and looking down on him.
Usagi groaned, a little tsked off, perhaps his ego a little bruised. I open a never ending portal and watch as he slips into the blue portal below him, again and again- and again. “How about now?”
“Get. me. off. this. ride.” He spoke between the waves of portal hums.
“As you wish.” I closed the portal and jumped under to catch him, bridal style. “Hey,” I smirked.
He just stared at me. With those big, round, blue rabbit eyes. I got lost before he pushed himself off me and walked away, covering his face with his ears. “Hey wait comeback!” I laughed. He was so flustered. I picked his sword off the ground. “Cinderella you dropped your sword!” He didn’t turn around. “Fear not I shall search far and wide to return it to you.” That got him to stop.
Usagi turned around, combing his ears back in place with his hand and walking toward me. I took a tiny step back, in case it was a trick. “Do you have a bandaid?”
“What?”
He couldn’t even look me in the eye. “I scraped my knee- falling for you,” he mumbled.
It caught me off guard for a second. “Ohoho, what was that?”
He took his sword back and pulled away, pushing something into my chest. My hand brushed his for a moment. “See you around,” and just like that he hopped away. What had we even been fighting about? I couldn’t remember.
“WAS THAT A PICK UP LINE!?” I yelled after him, “We’re you flirting with me!?” I laughed, almost wanting to chase after him.
I opened the slip of paper he had pushed into my hand. There was a number. A phone number. “Oh mi gosh. It worked.”