Just a really short one shot. Hope you enjoy.
He was distracted by her.
He knew it. But to admit it would be suicide.
But then they'd spar and he ends up so entranced by her beauty, he forgets they are supposed to be fighting and he winds up on his back within the first two minutes.
He protests he's tired at his friends' shocked looks.
But that's not it and everyone knows it.
He was in love with her.
In love with her blond hair, brown eyes. With her smile, her laugh, with her tears and her cries. Her talent. Her nonexistent dancing skills. In love with everything that made her, her.
And he couldn't help but be distracted.
She was distracted by him.
When they talked or hung out she couldn't focus on anything but his brown hair, brown eyes, his smile… He was smart, funny, smokin' hot. Sure he was the most arrogant guy she knew. But living by the Wasabi code had also made him the most loyal, honest, honorable, caring guy she knew.
But when they sparred, he was just another adversary. An obstacle standing between her and victory. Then, he wasn't the guy she was madly in love with. He was a punching bag.
Yes, she was distracted by him. But not in battle.
And she wouldn't have it any other way.