【☆】OC Oneshots & Stories【☆】

Zax x Kamala ♡ Feisty

oneshot requested by Z!

(sorry if it's not exactly true to the prompt, i was pretty out of it today)

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Kamala stretched her arms above her head as the moonlight flooded into her room. She looked around the dark room, searching for the clock. When her eyes landed on the neon green lights, she quickly found that it was currently 1:38 A.M.

She sighs, turning over and covering herself in her blanket. She had her eyes wide open now. She stared at the wall, thinking. She couldn't help but let the thoughts about being weak flood into her head. She let out a low growl realizing she won't be able to sleep.

"Maybe if I go train I'll tire myself out." She quietly said to herself as she kicked off her blankets and headed for her closet, quickly changing into comfortable exercise clothes. She only tied one of her buns since the other was still growing back after that spar with Tokei.

She brought a small razor with her for the sake of convenience; it was simply more efficient to use something sharper than her nails to draw blood. She packed a gym bag with water bottles and towels and promptly headed out, shutting her door as quietly as possible. Seeing that nobody was out, she decided the coast was clear and headed to the indoors training area.

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Kamala walked in, making herself right at home. She set down her bag and tightened her bun before approaching the practice dummies. She used the small razor to make a small cut on her inner wrist, small dots of blood rising.

The blood formed a small dagger that was just big enough to fit in her hand. She wasted no time aggrieving the test dummy, working on her accuracy. When she was satisfied with the amount of kicks and slices she'd aimed at the dummy, she moved onto the obstacle course.

Instead of feeling tired, she felt energized. She couldn't help but feel a tad frustrated, even if she was enjoying the extra practice. As she climbed up the rock climbing wall, she heard something—or, rather, someone. She turned instinctively to see a figure making their way into the training room, also equipped with a gym bag.

They let out a low whistle of surprise. The moonlight almost seemed to shift, allowing Kamala to see that the person who had walked in was Zax. Letting out an annoyed noise, she climbed down a bit before letting go of the wall.

"What are you doing here?" She asked Zax as she approached him. "It's late." She crossed her arms, an annoyed expression crossing her features.

"I could ask you the same thing. I thought all girls needed their beauty sleep," He smirked teasingly. "Then again, there's nothing beautiful about you, so I should've expected this."

Kamala angrily swiped in his direction with the dagger. Zax caught her wrist, causing the annoyed Kamala to struggle in his grip.

"Wooah, I was just kidding! No need to try and kill me, now." She retracted her wrist forcefully as he let go, glaring at him.

"Besides, I was kidding. You're the most beautiful one here." His voice had a flirtatious edge, causing Kamala to blush and look away, scoffing.

"W-Whatever. I don't really give a damn about your opinions, asshole." Zax smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh? Your face suggests otherwise." She gave him a sickeningly sweet smile.

"You know what your face suggests? 'Punchable.'"  He held his hands out in front of him.