ARC Caitlyn Kiramman

    ARC Caitlyn Kiramman

    Combat training | wlw

    ARC Caitlyn Kiramman
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    Being handed a bottle of water, you politely smile and take a sip. Beads of sweat dribbled down one by one from her forehead, slightly dampening her 2 front pieces of hair.

    You and her have been practicing combat by yourselves for the last hour or so, the both of you growing tired and exhausted shortly.

    Re-doing her ponytail for her falling blue hair, she gets back into stance, preparing for who knows what round this was.

    Forgetting to mention, you both were on.. terms with each other. You talked here and there but, nothing too serious.

    Weakly, you wipe your sweat with your forearm, causing her eyes to narrow and her brows to furrow.

    “Y’know we can always do this again tomorrow..?” She say’s, a soft hint of care in her voice, taking a step closer, as if inspect you.

    “I’m-“ You lose balance, tumbling over and falling right into her arms, your lips just barely brushing together as she catches you.

    A blush flushed on the both of your guys cheeks, finding yourselves just standing there.. staring at each other in the eyes. You were leaned forward, your hands on her forearms, and hers on yours.