If Kozue had a weapon, she imagines it would be a dagger; small and wicked, and perfect for surpise attacks.
She could never fight with Miki's fencing techniques; they're all form and no function, just the opposite of the way she likes doing things. In all honesty, she can't abide by his way at all. He's much too straightforward, his moves are rigid and textbook. She likes to be unpredictable. Still, Kozue doesn't have a sword, and her arena is no Dueling Arena.
Instead, it's the shadowy alcoves of the academy, places where the darkness gives only the illusion of concealment. In reality, everyone can see the upperclassman scurrying away in guilt, and the wrinkles in her halfway-buttoned blouse. Everyone knows, but most importantly, Miki knows. He's standing at the end of the walkway, close enough for her to see the dark flush on his cheeks, and his look of embarassed confusion and disgust. He looks as if he can't decide whether to reprimand her or to run away. That suits her just fine.
She walks past him deliberately slow, giving him time to take in her dishevelled appearance and the hot aura of lust that buzzes through her body. She doesn't say anything, just turns and gives him that look that says: And what are YOU going to do about it?
She expects him to ignore it. Tomorrow, he'll tell her yet again that she has her reputation to think of, and why does she feel the need to do these improper things? She's getting all the wrong kinds of attention, he'll assure her. Tomorrow, when his argument is clearly composed, and the unwelcome impositions of his hormones hae been surpressed, he'll beg her to controll herself.
What she doesn't expect is for Miki to follow her. His shoes crunch softly on the grass, and he's close enough that she can hear his uneven breathing. This time, he's taken the bait. He's agreed to her duel, but if he expected to win on this playing field...well, he's sadly mistaken. She guesses that his skin will taste sweet--like vanilla, maybe--and she smiles triumphantly.
Her dagger is more than sharp enough to cut a few rose petals.