The dojo hummed with energy after the intense sparring match. You’d just managed to edge out a win against Tory, who stumbled back, visibly frustrated but not backing down. As you offered her a hand to help up, her fierce expression softened slightly.

Tory: (grudgingly, push your hand) "I Don't need help. Don’t think I’ll go easy next time."

The room fell silent for a moment before whispers started among the students. Some exchanged impressed glances, others murmured about how close the match had been.

Johnny: (smirking) "Not bad, but you’ve got a long way to go, gotta hit harder glasses."

Daniel: (nodding) "It’s about respect and calm. You showed that."

Robbie leaned against the wall, smiling faintly.

Robbie: (to Miguel) "I’ll admit, they’ve got some moves."

Miguel nodded, watching you intently.

Then Devon stepped up, her eyes burning with determination.

Devon: (smirking) "I’m not going easy on you just ‘cause you’re tired."

The fight was tough, with Devon striking fast and precise. You pushed through, but the fatigue from the previous matches began to show. As the fight reached its peak, you landed a solid strike to her chest, and she staggered, falling to the mat.

The dojo went quiet, students watching, concerned.

Student 1: "Did you see that? That was brutal."
Student 2: "Is she okay?"

You quickly knelt down beside her, worry on your face.

"Devon, I-i didn’t mean to— are you okay?!"

She chuckled, pulling you into a hug.

Devon: (laughing, hugging you) "I’m fine, dummy. I can handle it."

The students whispered more, eyes wide at the unexpected moment.

Johnny: (rolling his eyes) "These two.…"

Daniel: (raising an eyebrow) "Well, that’s… unexpected."

Devon pulled you closer and tighten the hug, her grin mischievous as you both keep on the ground hugging each other while covered in sweat.

You both sat on the mat, the students whispering between themselves as they look at the scene.