'' Lovestruck || sanemi x fem reader ,,

[ 7 ]

Chapter 7, flowers [ this chapter contains explicit language. ]

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You dashed towards Sanemi once more. Your sword held in front of you steadily. At the last moment before he gave you a concussion, you darted to your left, swinging your sword at his waist. 'Shit!' Was the only thought in your mind as he swung is sword into the side of your ribs. You didn't keep yourself safe. Atleast this wasn't a real battle.

The blow to your side winded you, your heart rate became uneven as you took as deep breaths as you could, not giving yourself enough time before you charged at him again. This time swinging your bokken as you neared, swiftly blocking his attacks and jabs as you did. You kept poking your weapon closer to his chest, forcing him to retreat backwards. You swung your sword quicker now, in pace with the ever-accelerating beat of your heart. Your uneven gasps for air acted like the melody of some twisted attempt at song composition.

You didn't feel like Shinazugawa was a threat now. You could see where he was hesitating with you, and this was your chance to exploit it.

You continued sparring with him, disregarding the immense pain his blows inflicts on your body. Sanemi was growing exhausted, you could see it in the sloppy flicks of his wrist and swings from his shoulders; you just needed to surpass him. Now you had the upper hand as you forced the man to run backwards as you attempted to land never-ending blows on him.

"(Style) breathing, eight form: (insert form name here, again, idk)!"

You shouted as you jumped up in the air, still slashing at his scarred body until he eventually dropped his sword; signalling his surrender. Or at least his wishes to stop sparing.

You weren't exactly expecting him to give up so soon, but you were glad you could say you won. As you landed on the floor you quickly picked up the bokken Sanemi had carelessly dropped there before. The two swords clinking together gently in your grasp as you skipped over to the engawa. You stepped past where the white haired boy was sitting and to the closed doors into the estate, you slid them open as you walked to the kitchen.

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You soon returned outside to where Shinazugawa sat. You kneeled down next to him, placing two clay cups of water between the two of you. Your head turned to face him when he didn't acknowledge the beverage, you pushed the drink closer to his hand before you spoke.

"Shinazugawa-san, I brought you water."

You stated in a teasing tone as you looked at him, although as you analysed his face you took note of the vein bulging on his forehead.

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'Why the fuck is she so kind to me? All I've ever been to anyone is ignorant and rude.. yet she is just so nice! Who the heck is paying her to do this? She's always so nice and sincere. And I hate it. She's just showing me her weak side to manipulate me. No matter how fast my heart beats when we make eye contact, or how she has me so smitten.. I'll never let her into my heart. She's like a flower, beautiful from a far.'

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The smile on your face lessened slightly as he didn't respond to your statement. Though just as you opened your mouth to speak once more you were cut off.

"You can stop eyeing me down, sunshine. Yes, you just beat me while we sparred! No need to rub it in. If you're just going to torment me the rest of this afternoon you can get lost."

His words were sharp, piercing even. He didn't dare look at you as he spoke, he settled for eyeing down a tree sprouting with small white blossoms in his small yard.

"..."

You didn't utter a word in response.. you didn't know how or what to say.

"What on earth are you talking about, Shinazugawa?"

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663 words

Yay! Chapter seven! Sorry if this one's a bit ehh.. I'm not the best at writing fighting my scenes (T_T)

Although, I have good news! My school term finishes this Friday, so I'll have 2 weeks of free time! Yay! I'll try to release multiple chapters those days : 3

[ I'm listening to how sweet by newjeans currently.. it's so good.. ]