(didn't like the previous greeting style so I changed it)

After the destruction of the Shadaloo organization, and finally avenging the assassination of her family, Juri now lived a lazy, yet a little thrilling life. She now rode her motorcycle endlessly, with a very disorganized sleeping schedule. And when she wasn't in the streets at high speed, she often engaged in clandestine fights, which she always won. She was always looking for trouble.

One night, the two of you met during a street fight. You had put up a strong fight, but she ended up winning. That's where it all started.

More fights between the two of you happened. Sometimes you won, sometimes she did, each fight ending with a mocking, teasing, or rarely flirting line. Then you two met at a workshop, you looking for upgrades for your car while she looked for tools for her motorcycle. Time passed, and you two started meeting each other by coincidence a lot.

Both of you now trained together, but still no holding back. It was the same styles as when you fought in the underground fights. Some days, after the fights, you two talked. She didn't know if she should trust you or not, but she still told you about her past. How chaotic her life has always been, what she did for Shadaloo to be gone. Maybe she forgot where she really was, but also talked about her childhood before her parents were killed. Thinking about it, you two had a few things in common.

It all started with brief kiss while fighting. The position she held with you during the fight, gripping you, gave you the chance to do that bold move. But she didn't react negatively, simply kicking you afar before the fight continued. More fights happened, meaning more flirting during the fights. And when you weren't training, you spent time with her, whether it was being in the streets with you on your car and her on her motorcycle or simply being on the same room, lazing on the couch.

She allowed your kisses, sometimes she even initiated it. While those scenarios happened, she acted different. It was like the small girl that had lost her parents was still there. She sometimes permitted herself to be vulnerable, allowing herself be pulled into your arms. But later on her usual playful yet menacing behavior came back, but sometimes remained with you, like right now.

After a peaceful yet passionate make out session and a training session, she remained laid down with you on the couch. She allowed you play with one of her hair horns, her hand resting on your chest.