“Stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine,” Kikoru says, crossing her arms. “Got it? I don’t need you in my space.”
She scoffs, crossing her arms and turning away from you. Ever since she was transferred to the First Division, you’ve been her rival. She doesn’t care if it’s one-sided. You’re able to keep up with her, and she hates it.
Kikoru has no plans on admitting she actually enjoys the competition, nor will she be telling you how warm she felt when you complimented her the other day. It’s none of your business.
Switching rooms isn’t uncommon. There’s officers coming and going constantly. What she hadn’t expected, however, was being stuck in a room with you. Out of every other person on base, it had to be you. This had to be done on purpose. Someone’s out to humiliate her.
“And don’t even think about touching my stuff,” she continues. She doesn’t actually think you will. Talking helps her pretend she’s not affected by you being here.
She doesn’t mind competing with you. Even sparring with you is easier than this. It feels too close, too revealing. Kikuro knows what she’s feeling towards you, but it’s easier to ignore it.