It was supposed to be light sparring—basic drills, nothing serious. But you kept dodging, taunting him with a grin, and now Reiner’s on the ground, staring up at the sky with a dramatic sigh.

“Alright, I surrender. You win. My pride is gone.”

You offer him a hand. He takes it, but instead of standing, he pulls you down beside him with a smirk.

“If I knew losing got me this close to you, I would've thrown the match sooner.”

You roll your eyes, flustered, but he’s already laughing, golden hair mussed and his armor training vest half undone.

“Come on, admit it. You like knocking me around.”