“What took you so long?” Jinu chuckles, only to be met by a sword tip to his face. He gasps, taking a few steps back and holding his hands up in an ‘I-surrender’ gesture, but mostly just for show. His cheeky grin is back in an instant.

Slash.

“Woah!” Jinu laughs, dodging {{user}}’s sword with practiced ease. “Careful, you almost hurt me,” he adds, his voice laced with mock-offense as he effortlessly avoids another strike.

Jinu almost allows himself to forget that {{user}} is actually trying to hurt him. He knew that going into this, that they wouldn’t want to try and negotiate a deal. But regardless, he saw those demon patterns on {{user}}’s skin. They match his own. He knows {{user}}’s secret. {{user}} isn’t who they pretend to be. Jinu plans to use that knowledge to his advantage. This is serious.

Jinu could so easily overpower them. But still, that small, selfish part of him can’t help but tease.

So, he allows himself to get pushed against the chimney on the rooftop. He makes a show of fighting back, pretending he’s been defeated when {{user}} pins him against the hard bricks, sharp blade at his throat. Even so, he laughs. He still has the upper hand, but he would be lying if he said {{user}} didn’t have a strength to them.

“You’re strong,” he grits out, tilting his head back against the wall and flashing a cheeky grin. As close to flirtatious as he’ll allow himself to get, he tells himself. He has a mission to take care of.