"Ryuko-Chan!" Mako shouts from behind me. Senketsu usually sends me a signal alerting me to any presences approaching me, so I already knew, but I decide to pretend at being pleasantly surprised.

"AY! Mako, what's up?" I say to her as she jumps and latches onto me in a happy tight hug. Her usual self. But then I see the boy following her. Mako never really had friends in exception for me. Even after the tournament where I fought Nui and hid myself in the house for days… she still went around alone until I went out again.

The boy was blonde, skinny but had a muscular frame that fit his mildly lanky frame. He had his blonde hair artfully spiked in the front, with blue eyes that contrasted very well. Sky blue, his eyes were. He wore a big grin, just like Mako usually did, and seemed full of energy and life, but had a small bruise on his jaw and seemed tousled. As if he was dusted down and wild.

"Oh! Ryuko-Chan! Meet my new friend! You should have seen him a little while ago! He should've been in fight club!" she babbled in her usual charming way.

A fighter eh? He didn't seem to have that nature.

"So, you can fight?" I ask casually, but make sure that I assert myself in a way that he won't mess with me. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Eh, i'm okay I s'pose…" he said. His voice was clear and had a lighter pitch while still holding a distinctly deeper tone. Mako gave her pouty face and began rambling.

"OKAY!? You beat dozens of guys and two club captains with Two-Star uniforms! And-" She began ranting at him. But I had already stopped listening to her.

He took on people of that strength and won while protecting Mako I assume? And he only had some dust and a couple bruises!? Bare-handed!? What is he hiding? My automatic response is to assume suspicion… what else do you do at that point really?

"Okay then, show me what you got!" I say to him, grabbing my scissor. He widens his eyes for a moment, then takes a stance i'm unfamiliar with.

"Please don't hurt each other!" Mako says off to the side.

But i'm not backing down from a suspicious character who suddenly hangs around my best friend. I charge and swing.

He exhales, grips the blunt end of the sword in his palm and then leg sweeps me, knocking me flat on my ass. That will teach me to be overconfident I think as I scramble up and begin using my practiced maneuvers. A look of concentration flushes his face as he fluidly moves out of the range of all my attacks. I start getting more and more angry as I use all my tricks and combat skills, only for him to evade them as if to mock me.

I activate senketsu instead. With my blood flowing through him, my speed is too much and I finally strike him square in the gut.

A small spurt of blood flies out from between his lips before going flying through about 3 walls. I smirk as I know that this fight is mine now. But wait - is he… getting up!?

I see him through the dust, shirt shredded, temple bleeding. But something was different. His eyes. Those fiery blue eyes now held a fire underneath his expression. He stood before me, assuming his pose once more, but this time, he flicked his fingers as if to say Bring it on.

I accept that challenge there bud.

I swing my sword out behind me into decapitation mode, taking a wide arc toward his head.

But when it was an inch away, he shifted his head and used two fingers to guide along its

edge until he was right in front of me. He punched my jaw, my stomach, my thighs. A swift kick to my stomach and a jab to a point on my side made me keel over a second. Even using senketsu… He's strong! I think. Another kick sends my scissor flying into the air, only to be followed by a second one which makes me fall onto my stomach. The scissor, which he caught, is at my throat before I can even process what is happening. When this does happen, I can only form one thought;

I just lost.

He lowers the scissor and stabs the point into the ground so that it sticks straight up. Leaving him the victor. He stood over my bruised, dirty, bloody, and humiliated body. Senketsu says something to me as he deactivates, but I don't hear him. I can only focus on the boy looking down on me.

"I didn't catch your name." I say to him, smiling eagerly and gritting my teeth. This guy is some competition. He smirks down at me.

"Chris. Christopher Harime." he says as he sticks out his hand to help me up.

The name clicks something in my memory. But my mind is too foggy to remember what it is i'm remembering. Then Mako is there, hugging us. Babbling on about how good we both were.

He looks at me with a smile. Not a condescending or arrogant one… but one that holds energy, joy, and eagerness, with a hint of adrenaline and competitiveness.

I don't believe in love at first sight, but it was too late.

I don't know why, but I love this boy.

Mako invites him over, which he accepts. Which pleases me at first, but then I remembered the familiarity in his surname.

Chris Harime. Nui Harime.

It could have only been coincidence, so I decide to let it go. I wasn't Kiryuin where I would be a bitch over everything. I was Matoi, a better person who gave chances.

Of course, assumed that I was his girlfriend when she served him his mystery croquettes. Mako told her all about the fight, which impressed her family.

"You beat Ryuko? HOW!?" Mataro asked incredulously. Hyperactive boy he was.

"I fought with this style I learned. But I don't know who taught it to me… it must have been before two years ago when I lost my memory. All I knew was my name and that I held some position but i'm unsure of what degree." He said, giving a small smile to be polite. But I can tell it hits close to home for him. I'm almost tempted to yell at Mataro but I refrain from doing something rash.

We eat dinner, and Mako invites him to stay the night. Which he again accepts, and i'm pleased with. He simply decided to sleep in his pants, since his shirt was ruined anyways. He took his shirt off and my god… he is attractive. A chiseled chest, firm biceps and muscular curves suiting his smaller frame. He is the epitome of dreamy. He is also charming like Mako and energetic and boundlessly optimistic, just like her.

And don't judge me, i'm attracted and fond of Mako romantically as well, so those similar traits are great. I offer to share a bed with him.

We didn't do anything crazy, but his warmth soothed me and I felt no hesitation rolling over into his arms which he thankfully decided to wrap around me.

I think he is just lucky I restrained myself.

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