"𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠"
Y/N L/N has always been too nice for her own good. Of an empathetic nature, she naturally becomes attached to Oyuki Maeda, a te...
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"Shit!"
Emiko takes a few steps back, the blood dripping from her nose soaking into the fabric of her bra.
"I won." Eiko simply notes with a shrug.
You are torn between wanting to help Emiko or praising Eiko for her fighting prowess.
Emiko lets out a series of curses as drops of blood fall onto the tatami mat.
"You are too slow Miko. You strike too early and you dodge too late. If I really meant to kill you, it would have already been done."
"Because it wasn't already the case?!" She grumbled between two grunts of pain.
"I aimed slowly."
"Slowly?! You call that slow?! Y/N says something! You can see that I am being victimized!"
"Uh... That's very good Eiko!"
Emiko gives you a fake scandalized look as Eiko's face fills with pride.
Subconsciously, you have the impression of becoming the mother figure of the group. Every time a fight breaks out, they turn to you to stop it, every time the group have to make a decision, they seek your approval. It's probably because you're the oldest in the group.
"We're going to stop training here. Emiko comes with me to the infirmary, we will do something for your nose."
"It's not over Ei, I'll have my revenge next time!"
You swallow a laugh. It's almost comical to see the nineteen-year-old big perch lose against the thirteen-year-old shrimp. Yet you know that Emiko will keep her word. The two bicker all day long but they love each other like sisters.
Emiko follows you up the stairs, a bloody hand to her nose. You wince in spite of yourself, given the violence of the blow, she can consider herself lucky not to have a broken bone.
You take a quick look at her knee. The hematoma took on a purple color. It's not a pretty sight, but it's healing. Barely a day has passed since your last game.
The next one you will supervise it alone.
You play nervously with the ring that adorns your finger. You got used to its weight but the contact remains reassuring. It's the only thing that really relate you to your queen.
Each supervisor has one. Not necessarily a ring but at least an object that is dear to them.
Emiko also has a habit of playing with her bracelet when she is stressed. The only difference is that she does not take it to games.
When you enter the infirmary, she sits directly on the bed while you look for your box of compresses.
"I'm going to the Beach soon."
"Hmm?" you answer distractedly.
"I probably couldn't go back to the center afterwards."
You freeze for a moment without understanding. You have already heard of a place called like that but your memory often plays tricks on you. Putting order in your memories is difficult when your brain has the habit of altering, erasing or even inventing them.
