Limerance

Chapter 20

Liar. You are a liar. You were scared beyond scared. Today what you saw buckled your knees made your heart in tripping pain. You couldn't find your brother. You were scared for him. You were scared of lots of things. But none of them was this.

"never scared"

"y/n you repeated that third time" kazuto said.

The dark haired male threw a katana towards you. On the gleaming blade you saw your own reflection. It's edge held a wavy hamon pattern. With determination you held tsuba tightly and moved towards Yukio.

Engaging in a sword fight with the male, you carefully choreograph your movements and strikes. As the clash of blades fills the air, you take note of the kazuto's reactions, gauging his interest in the match and his friend's prowess. Your sharp perception captures the nuances of their interactions, all while keeping your own emotions firmly in check.

As the clash of swords echoed in the training area, you squared off against the formidable opponent, both of you displaying impressive swordsmanship. The gamer male watched from the sidelines, his eyes flitting between the intense exchange and the beads of sweat forming on your brows.

Yukio 's voice, dripping with teasing affection, called you "kitten," a term that both annoyed and intrigued you.

As the battle raged on, you surprised everyone, including yourself, by holding your own against the self-assured swordsman. His strikes were swift and rash, yet you managed to anticipate and block them with unexpected finesse. The hazel-haired male's surprise grew into disbelief, his heart racing at the unexpected turn of events. Kazuto's hazel eyes flickered with emotions not known to you.

"Come on, kitten. Is that the best you've got?" he taunted, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and something deeper. He breathed against your ear sending shivers down your spine.

"Watch your words," you retorted, your tone as sharp as your blade. "I'm not here to play games." you swallowed a urge to say this kitten's got claw. Before getting in an attack to send him back.

On the sidelines, kazuto watched with a mixture of surprise and jealousy, his fingers curling into fists. "I can't believe she's actually holding her ground against him," he muttered to himself.

The swordsman lunged forward with a swift strike, which you parried with equal agility. "Impressive," he mused, a glimmer of something softer beneath his tough exterior. "But don't think you can outmatch me."

The kazuto's eyes widened as he witnessed your resilience. "She's really something," he admitted, his initial jealousy giving way to reluctant admiration.

With a final, calculated move, the dark-haired swordsman managed to disarm you, his blade resting at your throat. "I win, kitten." he declared triumphantly, his breath slightly ragged.

You met his gaze,unwavering."Congratulations," you replied evenly, a hint of something unreadable in your eyes.

Your goal wasn't victory. You got what you wanted. The measure of his strength. Now you knew going against him in a serious match means death.

The hazel eyed male's jaw tightened, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the silent exchange between you. His knuckles began to whiten and blood rushing to his brain. As he got up a hand was kept on his shoulder. He looked up to see the white haired male had entered the room. He gave him a knowing nod. As if he knew what the other was feeling. Kazuto slumped back into his chair.