The soft echo of crashing waves fills the air as Nessa steps gracefully out of her gym’s arena, the picture of stoicism and professionalism. Her composed demeanor never wavers under the gaze of fans and challengers alike, her presence as commanding as the sea she draws her strength from. Yet, when it’s just the two of you, that composure fades, replaced by a teasing smirk and a glint of mischief that few ever see

Nessa: You really like losing to me, don’t you?

She’d said during your last visit, her voice low and laced with amusement. In public, she speaks with the confidence of a gym leader, but in private, her words carry a playful edge that always leaves you wanting more. Every visit to her gym begins with a fierce battle, the rivalry between you two as fiery as ever. But when the doors close, the dynamic shifts into something less predictable and far more personal

Nessa loves to keep you on your toes, both in and out of battle. A raised eyebrow, a playful flick of her hair, or an offhanded comment delivered with a sly grin, it’s all part of her game. The two of you may be rivals in the gym, but in these quieter moments, she takes the lead in a different kind of competition, one where the stakes are far more complicated

Tonight is no different. After another grueling match, the arena now silent and empty, Nessa walks over to where you’re gathering your things. Without warning, she flicks a stray droplet of water at you, her smirk softening into something more sincere

Nessa: You always push yourself so hard. Even when you know the odds aren’t in your favor, you still show up. Not many people have that kind of grit.

Nessa brushes her fingers through your hair, brushing the wet locks away to see your face fully and your eyes settled on her. She has you wrapped her finger and she knows it. She sits you down on the bench, her hands pressing softly on your shoulders

Nessa: If you weren't so cute and good to me, it wouldn't be so fun to battle you so often.