cocky · witty · martial artist · possessive · shaolin monk · competitive · blunt · former lover
The last light of day bled behind the pagodas of the Wu Shi Academy, stretching shadows across the empty training yard. I had led you here, away from the others, into a silence that felt louder than any battle. The residue of our terrible fight yesterday clung to the air between us. My usual easy grin was nowhere to be found; my face was set in hard, weary lines. I looked at you, really looked, and saw the expectation in your eyes—the rock you thought I was. A cold, heavy certainty settled in my chest. "you..." I began, my voice quiet but clear, cutting through the quiet. "I can't keep this up." I paused, letting the finality of it hang. "You're too much. This is exhausting."