Ouzou somehow ends up in a narrow dark street. the place seems to be dangerous. he's never been here before. but now, while training, his ball flied away which made him come here. he's a little nervous but doesn't giving in his cool. he walks along the threatening street and looks for his ball.
He couldn't see very far ahead because of the darkness. The street was narrow, and there didn't seem to be any light sources around.
The sound of his footsteps echoed as he searched for a sign or hint that could lead you to his missing ball. His heart pounded as you searched, anticipating something sinister to occur at any moment. He was starting to feel uneasy.
He heards some noises.. which sounds like a ball shoot
He stopa and listens for the source of the noise. He can hear something rolling and bouncing, like the sound of an object being kicked. Could that be his missing ball? He follows the sound, hoping that it leads him to a safer place. However, a feeling of unease washes over you as you continue to investigate. He tries to stay calm, but something feels off.
Ouzou follows the noises and sees where it comes from: a girl who makes practicing by shooting ball to the wall. it's not his ball, tho. the girl wears ripped black jeans, to be honestly her all clothes are different shades of black. including leather jacket and fingerless leather gloves. he stays quiet and watches her, she's pretty good at playing.
As he stands near the wall, he watches the girl play. She looks very proficient, but there is something about her that is unsettling. Her entire outfit is mostly comprised of black clothes that are ripped in places, lending her a sinister appearance.
He can't help but wonder what kind of girl she is, wearing such an outfit. Her dark, mysterious behavior makes her interesting. He can't help but continue watching her, forgetting that he's in a possibly dangerous place.*
"Don't you know that staring is rude?" She notices Ouzou and calls him out with a cold voice without even looking at him.
He's startled by her sudden response. He quickly looks away, realizing that he's been staring and that it's considered a rude act. His face warms up with a little bit of embarrassment, though it quickly turns into annoyance. Who is this girl who speaks to him in such a cold and rude manner?
She turns towards Ouzou and he finally sees her whole look. she hass long bangs with black shades on her hair. there's something in her voice making her sound so chill, just like he has. Although, he's in a unknown, strange place he doesn't give in his actual personality. People don't call him a demon triplet for no reason.
Despite the dark and unfamiliar surroundings, he maintains his calm as he looks upon the girl's face. She's rather beautiful, even though her features are hidden in shadows due to her
hair. Her voice has an uncanny resemblance to your own, the 'chill' attitude you carry around with him. The girl's overall persona seems intriguing, so you decide to probe further. As if responding instinctively, his eyes trail down from her face to her ripped leather jacket and fingerless gloves.
She still waits an answer from him so she raises her eyebrow.
Realizing that the girl is waiting for a response, he quickly thinks of the most suitable answer possible. He chooses to answer calmly and bluntly, just like she did.
"You could have asked in a nicer way. It's not like I was checking you out or something."
"No I could've asked in a ruder way instead. and how could I know?" she says sharply
His calm attitude is broken by the girl's sharp response. Despite the fact that her tone is sharp, her sharp response does make sense. He is a stranger, and she has no reason to treat you with any sort of friendliness. She even seems like she would be able to take care of her herself. Still, his pride is wounded when she says that she could have asked in a ruder way indeed.
"If you asked in a ruder way, then I would've returned the gesture. Fair is fair."
"Fair is fair." she repeats him "You speak in the way suits to a perv."
His calm demeanor now completely breaks as she frowns. The girl's harsh attitude and sharp tongue seem to get on the very last of his nerves. He hates it when a girl with nice features and a sharp tongue is able to put him down with a single comment. It almost feels insulting. But deep down, a part of him is curious as to how far she will go.
"And you sound like a prissy little bitch. "
"What did you just said?!!" She asks while smirking sarcasticly but there definitely is a hint of anger in her voice.
He feels feel relieved when the girl looks angrier as she reacts to your own aggressive response. He decides to keep up the act to see how far this girl may rage before she backs off. He grins mischievously as you see that your comment had the desired effect.
"I said what I said. Is it not clear what I called you?"
"You fucking dick! say it once again and see what happens."
His grin widens when she reacts in such a heated and furious manner. It's clear that he has successfully provoked her. He decide to test the limits of her anger a little bit further. He wouldn't want her to take his comments to heart after all.
"A prissy little bitch."
By the second he said it, she shoots her ball towards him with plenty of strength. Luckily he's a good player that he can manage to respond. Otherwise he could've hurt badly.
The ball hits him square in the stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs and causing him to momentarily lose his breath. It was a powerful shot that hurt way more than he expected. The surprise catches him off guard, though it doesn't stop him from immediately retaliating.
"Damn. You're pretty good." He says under his breath before shooting back her ball. He throws the ball at her, aiming for her face.
She controls the ball by making a header so it doesn't hit her. "Don't need your compliments."
She bounces the ball a few times before shooting at him again. This time not as hard as the previous one but still pretty rough.
He flinchs when she shoots the ball at him again. This time, he is prepared and manages to catch the ball with his hands. He smirks as he bounce the ball back to her and say in a flirty tone:
"You don't need my compliments, but you definitely want me."
She holds the ball and puts it on ground. "Watch your mouth, sucker."
His smirk smirk vanishes as he watches her holding the ball. She looks even angrier than before, but she seems to be trying to control her anger, as if holding back.
"And what if I don't?"
He says defiantly. Despite the fact that he's enjoying this banter, he's slowly getting the feeling that he's stepping on thin ice.*
"It only shows how stupid you are."
He doesn't even try to hide the anger showing on his face right now. The girl had managed to aggravate you just enough to bring back his temper and pride. He frowns and shoots back
"Do you even have the guts to make me stop talking? Or are you going to stand there and pout like the bitch you are?"
"Listen up fucker! you're not from here, nah. how clever is it to swear a complete stranger in a complete strange place. You're playing a bit too risky."
His anger boils up inside of you again when she shoots another reply at him. It doesn't help the fact that she is right about him not being from here and about the danger of cussing at a stranger in a strange place. But somehow, he's not scared of her threats at all.
"The same can be said about you. I mean, what are you even doing in this sketchy-ass street? You're acting very risky yourself, aren't you? And what if I am playing too risky?"
"Who the fuck said I'm stranger to here? Don't you forget you're on the away field"
He shoot back at her once more, this time with a more aggressive tone.
"Oh, so you're not a stranger to this street? Then you know that it's a dangerous place. Yet you come here alone and act all prissy as if you're not even afraid of getting mugged or something."
"Awwww, what is it? does that little boy scared of little darkness?"
His anger flares up one more time at her mockingly condescending reply. Did she seriously think that he was afraid of the darkness itself?
"That's rich coming from a girl who's acting like a complete bitch. Don't try to act like you know everything about this street and the people who lurk in the shadows."
"Even if i don't know everything, I still know more than you do. Only if you had a crumb of intelligence, you'd acted this fucking bitch properly."
His face turns red with anger as she shoots back an insult that strikes him in the most sensitive spot. Even if it may be true that she's definitely an expert on this street, she has just insulted him once again. He's self-control breaks and he can't help but snap back.
"Says the slut that looks like she just crawled out of her daddy's ass. Don't make me laugh, bitch."
She laughs loudly at that.
"Even the darkness can't hide your shitty all-red look. ya know it makes you look like a literal hoe."
Now, it's her laughter that sets him off. She's laughing at you, calling you names because she sees him blush! She has managed to provoke him beyond control, and it's clearly obvious that she's enjoying it.
"So what if I'm all red now? At least I'm not the one trying to be a whore and flash her body with all kinds of rips in her clothes."
"By saying that you just confessed you've checked me out perv shit."
His face heats up at her accusation, but he tries your best to maintain his composure. he wouldn't want this girl to get the idea that he's been checking her out.
"Shut up. You're one to talk. You're the one who's dressed in such a prissy and slutty way that it's hard to miss you."
"It called fashion dickhead! Did you ever heard of the word stylish? Oh, don't you confuse it with sexy."
She had a point - the girl's overall appearance was stylish and it's hard to deny that. But that doesn't change the fact that her appearance was also a little bit slutty and prissy at the same time. He doesn't want to admit it, but the girl's style definitely caught his attention.
"I definitely know what 'stylish' means. Your clothes may look cute, but that doesn't cover up the fact that you're acting like a complete bitch."
"Question your own attiude before mine!"
He runs out of replies for the moment. He has to admit that his opponent also knows how to talk back just like you do. But he still can't shake the feeling that he's fighting a losing battle in this little argument.
"You know what, you're right. My attitude may be bad, but at least it's not as rotten as your disgusting slut-face."
"Oh, you want me so hard to do something, aren't you?" She says mockingly yet cold.
Her sarcastic tone and cold response makes him feel irritated, but also aroused. Hs can't help but grin as your body tenses up. And the thing is, despite her sarcastic tone, he also wants her to do something.
"That's right. I want you to try and shut me up. It would be so amusing to watch you try, bitch."
"That exactly is why I won't do a thing. You're not getting what you want this time, spoiled prince."
His heart skips a beat when she calls you a spoiled prince. This girl knows damn well how to hurt his ego, even if you admit to the fact that she's right about him being a spoiled brat. He can't help but grin, as he shoots back with another cocky answer.
"I like how you think you know it all. But let me tell you, bitch, you have no idea what I want."
"What the fuck do you want? Why are you even here?"
"Does it look like I'm here for fun? I'm here because my ball flew this way, you idiot. And you're here because...what are you doing here again? Oh, right, you're practicing and trying to look cute and intimidating at the same time, right?"
"Go on and look for it then, for god's sake! But watch your ass, here's not a place for princes such as you."
Her comment makes him grin, she's basically acknowledging that he's a spoiled brat. He can't help but laugh a little bit. But a slight sense of warning strikes him just in time. He can't help but think that the girl has just given him a serious warning, but he can't show a weakness in front of her.
"Sure thing, sweetheart."
"Ew.."
He can't help but chuckle as you see her expression change. She's obviously disgusted with his comment, and he can't help but take pleasure in the fact that he's managed to make her disgusted.