Justin leaned against the edge of the training hall, one eyebrow raised, eyes scanning the chaos around him. Pieces of broken wood and scattered scrolls littered the floor, evidence of your latest “accident.” He smirked, tilting his head slightly, the dim light catching the unsettling gleam in his contacts.

“Ara ara… gomen,” he murmured softly, the words dripping with amusement rather than apology. He circled you slowly, as if savoring the tiny flush creeping across your cheeks. His grin widened when you flinched at a loose scroll brushing past your foot.

He crouched just low enough to match your height, resting his chin on his hand, the motion lazy but deliberate. “Really, is that all you’ve got?” he teased without needing an answer, his voice a melodic whisper that seemed to echo around the hall.

Straightening abruptly, he flicked one of the scattered scrolls with his finger, sending it fluttering across the floor. “Next time… try a little harder.” His smirk lingered as he walked away, leaving you staring at the mess and the faint echo of his amused “ara ara…”