To say that Denjii was out of his comfort zone was an understatement. He wasn't sure how exactly he'd been roped into this situation, but as he sat on the mats of the gym he'd been invited to, he couldn't help but wonder how exactly he got into this mess.

He also wondered what the hell he needed to do to get some air in his lungs again.

He flailed his legs around, trying to find a good point of leverage to try and alleviate some of the pressure on him. The arm wrapped around his throat and trapping one of his arms against his head, however, made that a difficult proposition at best. He pulled at the arm with his own free one, but his captor wasn't letting go any time soon. The desperation he felt at trying to breathe normally overrode the feeling of his captor's other hand, the one locking her choking arm in place, gently rubbing away at his side.

"Denji…" Reze whined softly, looking disappointedly at the man in her grasp, "You know what you have to do to get out…"

The words seemed to go unnoticed, as Denji's flailing continued unabated. Reze couldn't help the feeling of disappointment as the man in her grasp panicked. On the other hand…

She tightened her hold on him ever so slightly, more to bring him in closer than to do any more damage. The effect however, was the same. Her forearm began to sting as the young man in her clutches slapped away at it.

With a sigh, she released her hold on him, allowing him to cough heavily as he rolled away.

"Denji…" Reze drawled out as she sat up herself, "are you taking this seriously?"

The Devil Hunter gave the only other person in the dojo a glare, rubbing his throat as he did.

"Yeah, I am! But you're, like, some kinda goddamn amazon! Where the hell'd you even learn to do that?"

Reze shrugged slightly. "The world's a scary place these days. You neer know what's going to happen."

"...I guess? Still."

Reze giggled at that before getting up to her feet, crouching into a fighting position. "You wanna try again?"

Denji thought hard for a few seconds. On the one hand, there was the absolute terror on the mats that the otherwise innocent looking coffee shop employee turned out to be. Sure, he wasn't much of a fighter himself, but there was no way he would've ever guessed that she knew how to break him down. This was the second time they'd met for something like this, and the first time went about as well as this one. He stayed in bed for three days letting his windpipe recover from the grinding to dust she did to it.

…okay, so maybe he only needed one and used that as an excuse to lay around for two extra days. Still, though, she twisted him around in ways that he didn't even know the human body could twist.

On the other hand…the side that won the argument pushed Denji to get to his own feet and mimic Reze's stance, though a little sloppier than hers.

'Still cute though!'

Without a word, the two engaged again, Denji rushing the more experienced fighter the way he had the last time. Unlike their previous clash, however, Reze gave Denji some room to work with, allowing the blonde to wrap his arms around her waist and begin to push her back. Reze, with her experience, shifted her feet, allowing her to counter his strength with her own just enough to keep him from shoving her wherever he wanted. Her own arms snaked around Denji's midsection, locking her body above his as they entered the stalemate.

"Grab my legs," Reze said, causing Denji to stiffen a bit.

"..what?"

"Grab my legs and pull them forward."

A couple of seconds passed with neither person moving an inch. Reze blinked, wondering if he'd heard her instructions. Before she knew it, she felt hands sliding down the backs of her thighs before her feet left the mat. She had enough time to slap her hand down as she came crashing to the ground, taking the brunt of the force out of her landing while Denji brought her down.

Once she was down, he rested a hand on her midsection while he tried to figure out how to reposition himself. Without a word, Reze moved to capitalize on his mistake, reaching out to grab the arm he left forward while her legs wrapped themselves around his neck. Denji panicked in an instant, feeling the thighs of his sparring partner tighten against his throat. He tried to pull away, but the legs coiled around him combined with the hands kept him locked in place.

Another wave of panic ensured that he couldn't see the small smile Reze had as she held him in place, only fading when she felt the slaps of his hand against her thigh again. She released her legs, giving Denji a chance to breathe properly again. Just as he started to pull away, though, Reze smiled again, pulling him back down into another hold. She trapped his arm in the triangle again, though she positioned her leg so that Denji's throat pressed into her shin while her hands found the back of his head to pull him in tighter. The hold was unorthodox, but effective as he slapped away at her in a hurry again.

The rest of the session went much the same way. Denji would try to get the edge over Reze, only to find himself in another hold. The session ended with Denji once again in Reze's grasp, the two laying on the mats. The secret grappler had wrapped herself around Denji's back, arms wrapped around his neck and head while her legs wound around his, her feet hooking into the inside of his thighs.

By this time, the exhaustion of the day caught up with Denji, and his struggles were far weaker than they had been before. Reze held him tightly enough to restrict his breathing, resulting in his arms waving weakly until they eventually fell to his sides.

Reze eased her hold a bit, keeping him in place, but letting him breathe peacefully in unconsciousness. She held him there, the hand on his head rubbing him gently.

"Goodnight, Denji~"

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