You are chilling in your attic apartment, casually hurling your new kunai across the room and sticking them into the opposing wall. Practicing your aim, you try to get all twelve to form a circle. After twelve are thrown in a mediocre circle, you try they the odd 13th kunai dead in the center, generally succeeding. Once you deplete your kunai stash, you make your way across the room and rip them out of the wood. After a few cycles of this, you get bored.
Time to hit something else. You lean out your window, but after a few seconds of looking around, you come back inside, realizing that it's probably a bad idea to aim knives out your window in broad daylight. Instead, you twist around your current spot, your focus landing on the front door. It's positioned directly across from you. You weigh three kunai in your hand, before flicking your wrist and sending all three towards the door. They stick in a vertical line, one above the other, and you feel pretty proud of your new skill.
"I hope you're not expecting any visitors?" comes a voice from behind you. Very startled, you start turning to face the voice, but are interrupted as a pair of hands come up to your face to cover your mouth.
"Shhhhh," the voice says. Hmmph. Not like you'd be the one screaming anyways.
"I didn't mean to scare you." says the trespasser. Who in the world has the audacity to climb into your window and cover your mouth? You had dropped your handful of kunai in surprise. A single kunai, however, was still in your grip, and you planned to use it.
You relax in your attackers grip. You feel him also loosen his, and you know your plan has worked. With his false sense of security, you're able to catch him off-guard as you wrap your arms around his waist, hook your leg around the outside of his, and put all of your might into a spin. You're both sent tumbling to the ground. Using the element of surprise to your advantage, you push his face into the ground and sit on his back, knife held to the throat. Hey, you're getting pretty good at thi-
You got too cocky too fast. The intruder hooks something around the back of your shirt, pulling you off to the side. Before you can react, the aggressor slams his hook swords into the ground on either side of you; now you're the one pinned to the ground. You gape up in surprise, locking your gaze onto the face of your opponent. You recognize his face immediately as guy from the market.
"Hey," he says.
Hey? Market boy breaks into your house, attacks you, and all he has to say is hey?
"The name's Jet. I don't think we've been properly introduced." Sensing the casual, significantly less hostile nature of the situation, you relax with a sigh.
"Exactly what part of this," you gesture to the two of you with your pinned hands, "is a proper introduction?" Jet shrugs.
"I mean, at least it's a memorable one?" he points out.
"Yeah, I tend to remember when people attack me!"
"Hey, you're the one who started the fight," he accuses.
"Excuse me?! Says the guy who obviously tailed me home, broke into my house and covered my mouth from behind!"
"Wait, this is your house? It's kinda… "
"Watch it buddy," you warn.
"...humble?" he finishes unsurely.
You roll your eyes at him. Jet gets off of you as he stands up, then lends you a hand.
"I'm sorry about earlier," he says sincerely, "And for just now. Bad introduction, you're right." You stare at his hand for a moment before taking it, allowing him to pull you up.
"Apology…" You yank on his arm and pull him to the ground.
"Accepted." You finish with a sweet, innocent smile.
"OW!" He complains. "That was so uncalled for! I thought we were having a moment!"
"Nope. And now we're even." You confidently tower over him, until he kicks your legs out, and you crash clumsily to the ground too.
You have a new perspective of your room from down here, and you spot your secret red mask falling out of your large thieving bag. Crap! You quicky maneuver over Jet, pretending to pin him this time, but with a leg you skillfully kick the mask deep into the bag.
Jet doesn't notice the mask, he's more focused on the fact that you have him pinned again.
"Woah, excited are we?" Embarrassed and angry, you feel your face flush as red as your iconic, now hidden mask.
"I'm going to KICK YOUR ASS, JET!" You scream, and the wrestling ensues. You toss your single kunai safely to the side, as you won't be needing it. This is by no means a lethal fight, rather a spar, so you can teach this 'Jet' kid why it's a bad idea to mess with you.
You wrestle, and he impressively manages to get you into a headlock. He gains some respect for that.
"So, what was your name again?" he asks innocently, spoiling the moment.
"Do you even know what the word 'introduction' means?" You belittle, but tell him your real name anyways.
"...That's such a pretty name," He says, and you break free from his grip. His charms no longer work on you, and now it's his turn to get trapped in a grab. You slip out of the headlock and side step to hook your arm around his neck. You push his head into your arm, starting the chokehold. He gasps for air trying to say something, so you loosen up a bit.
He manages to get the words out this time. "You wanna get some tea later?"
"Tea?" You release him and the two of you are now sitting casually on your floor. "Sounds fun, and I know just the place."
You tell Jet that he coincidentally just broke into the attic above a tea shop, and you highly recommend their tea.
"What an interesting coincidence, then you must know the people working there, right?" Jet asks. You gush about how amazing the tea brewer is, much to Jet's dismay. He's frowning as you praise the talents of Mushi, the sweet tea brewer, purposely not mentioning that he's an elderly man.
"I'll just have to see how I match up to this Mushi guy," Jet states. The both start to stand up. "Is he an earth bender?"
You imagine dear old Mushi hurling rocks around, then laugh as you dismiss the thought. You shake your head.
"I doubt he is. Oh, but we can't go in today. I don't think I could walk in there after the ruckus we just caused upstairs." He nods in agreement, and you both laugh at how incredibly odd of an encounter the two of you had just shared. You put your hands on his back and slowly push him towards your door. "It was nice meeting you, Jet."
"You too, [Y/N]."
He carefully opens the door, which still has the three throwing knives stuck in it. You watch him descend your steps. Just as he leaves the bottom landing and enters the streets, someone exits the backdoor of the tea shop.
Jet is gone, and someone else starts up the stairs; your first instinct is telling you that it's probably Pao coming up to complain about the noise. But your eyes see someone else.
It's Lee.
He's shooting daggers in the back of Jet's head. Eventually, he turns to face you, but awkwardly averts eye contact. He takes one more look in the direction that Jet went, before finally meeting your gaze.
"Pao sent me to- You're making too loud- The tea shop- uh-" His face is slowly flushing red as he rambles. You look him dead in his- golden eyes, and wait for him to gather his thoughts.
"Pao sent me. Stop being so loud with your boyfriend, it's disturbing business downstairs." He finally says matter-of-factly.
You let out a very loud laugh.
"Boyfriend?! That's hilarious. Don't worry, he's not my type either." Lee is quiet. He seems to be thinking carefully before he speaks.
"I don't care who your 'type' is, but trust me, you're better off without that guy."
Excuse me?" you say incredulously. Did Lee just tell you not to hang out with Jet? "Who do you think you are? I can do what I please, thanks."
"How well do you even know him?" He shouts.
He has a point. You really don't know anything about Jet, other than his fighting skills. But Lee's one to talk. Why would you trust his word over your own? Hell, Lee doesn't even know you that well.
"I know him better than I know you, and that's good enough for me," you deadpan. Lee stares into your eyes, looking like he has something more to say, but he just turns around and stomps down the stairs.
Days without a Lee incident: zero.