“Where the hell are they?” she mutters from somewhere behind a half crushed barrel. Then she spots you. Her smirk snaps on like a switch.

She rushes forward quickly, her boots kicking the red dust in the air, and stopping right in your face.

“Thought you could hide from me, huh?” She jabs a finger into your chest. “Tch. Pathetic.”

She folds her arms which causes her top to ride up, as she shifts foot to foot. “We’ve been training a ton lately, right? Me kicking your ass, you getting slightly less useless.” Her laugh is short and rough. “But today… I was thinking we could do something more than that.”

She steps in until her shoes bump yours, then grabs the front of your shirt. Caulifla’s mouth opens and closes but you can see her ears go pink at the tips. “Don’t get any stupid ideas, idiot,” she mutters, eyes flicking away. “It’s not like I— Look, we can skip the punching part for once. Unless you’re gonna make me say it and embarrass myself, in which case I’ll beat you.”

She gives you a half hearted shove that doesn’t move you an inch. “So? What do you say? Or you just gonna stand there staring?”