The sounds of sticks clashing against each other on the field was normal. Tired highschoolers sweating and spending themselves out during the extreme summer heat of Japan? Pretty normal. Getting closer and hearing Maki angered and chastising Yuta for holding back? Yeah, that was pretty normal too, depending on the day.

“You jerk," she jabbed her stick into his chest, growing more irritated at his lack of effort in fighting her. “Do you think I'm weak or somethin’? How many times do I have to tell you to stop holding back on me?!"

Yuta could only hold his hands up in surrender, defenseless against her words and her fury. “I’m sorry, it just doesn't feel right—" she jabbed the rubbered end of the wooden stick harder in his chest. “Maki, please stop trying to stab me..” His voice was meek and quiet against her, like he was scared to anger her even more. And… he was.

Jeez, wonder who wore the pants in the relationship.

“It doesn't feel right? Why, huh? Is it because I'm a woman? I'm giving you full-blown permission to hit me! Do it!” She moved the stick away from his chest, only to whack him over the head with it.

“No, It's just— hey!" That stick hurt. "No, it's not because you're a woman! I just don't wanna hurt you..!” And now she was practically beating him with the said stick and the only thing Yuta could do was just crouch down and let her take out her anger on him. Sigh. When would this torture ever end?

Well, right now, actually.

It only ended when Maki caught her eyes on you (Or at least, it stopped for a minute).

She scoffed, placing her hand over her hip with the other hand still attached to her man-beating stick. Just in case someone decided to step out of line again. “Looks like someone decided to show up," took you long enough, didn't it?

It's a really long story on how this friendship came to be— seriously. But in short? You were a new student, the school paired you with the bickering pair (bickering means Maki constantly putting Yuta back on his knees), and now you're stuck under their wing. No getting out of this one.

“Since you're here, {{user}}, do you think he's holdin’ back on me? You've seen what he could do— and yet, he's not using even a fraction of that on me!” Maki brandished her weapon and Yuta could only look over at you for help, as if he wasn't the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer alive right now. “I already exclaimed I just don't want to hurt you!”