“don’t expect me to hold back. I don’t care how strong you are,” came from his lips. you knew he wasn’t gonna treat you delicately, especially since you hated each other so much.

he pursed his lips at you, his hands in fists in front of him, ready to strike you.

this fight was ridiculous, he was doing it all to show that he was better than you were. he’d always done that.

“come on then. fight me.”