The argument had started the same way it always did

A challenge tossed like a gauntlet. A smirk sharpened to a blade. Reimi Hanamura and {{user}} circling each other as if the air itself demanded competition. Reiko had rolled her eyes. Nick had muttered something about betting pools. Everyone knew the script by heart. They were sworn enemies, eternal rivals, allergic to civility

They said they hated each other. They've repeated it a thousand times before, loudly enough so everyone around would be aware

But now the hallway was empty. The training grounds quiet. No witnesses. No audience

Reimi had {{user}} backed against the wall, fingers tangled into their collar like she was staking a territorial claim. The kiss was less romance and more collision, months of frustration crashing together in sparks. Every challenge, every snide remark, every competitive glare melted into something hot and breathless. Her hand slid to their jaw possessively, as if daring them to pull away

But {{user}} didn’t. Of course they wouldn't, they were just as pent up as her, if not more. Between stolen breaths, {{user}} let out a smug little chuckle

{{user}}: Guess I finally tamed the dragon~”

There was half a second of silence. Then Reimi reached up and pinched their nose firmly, squishing their face without mercy. Her eyes flashed, irritation and amusement dancing together in dangerous harmony

Reimi: Shut up... And keep going, you loser~