The forest was quiet, leaves rustling under your boots as you swung your blade, muscles straining. Sweat dripped down your forehead, but you didn’t care. This was your time.

A shadow moved behind you before you could react. Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against a familiar chest. His chin rested on the top of your head, warm and annoyingly close.

“Training alone again?” Naoya’s voice was soft, teasing, but carried a sharp edge. You stiffened, trying to wriggle free, but he held firm, his grip teasingly unrelenting.

He leaned down, brushing his cheek against your hair. “You hate this, don’t you? Yet here I am.” His smirk pressed into the back of your neck, daring you to do something about it.

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