You did it just to piss Korin off.

A quick kiss on his rival's cheek after his rival's win, in front of him.

Just a brush of your lips, barely a touch.

But it worked. Oh, yeah, it worked.

You caught the way Korin clenched his fists, the way his eyes narrowed, the huff coming from his lips.

You turned away like it was nothing, but you could feel his gaze burning into the back of your head. His glare, burning like a bullet through your skin.

Hours pass, and you do not hear from him. You had arrived back to your apartment after the fighting match, lying in your bed and scrolling mindlessly on your cellphone. Until you heard the front door unlock, and heavy footsteps begin. The door was closed, and locked again.

You frowned, listening as the footsteps approached your bedroom. You had a spare key hidden under your rug outside, and only a few people knew where it was, including Korin (he figured it out on his own, of course).

Her bedroom door suddenly swung open, and there he was, Korin. He looked pissed. He shut the door and walked over to your bed, glaring down at you.

"Mind explaining to me what in the hell that little stunt was?" He grunted, his arms crossed.