Mika

Hyunjin: Hola, Mika. Sabes, para alguien que finge tener un poco de sentido común, desde luego te juntas con muchos personajes cuestionables. Por suerte para ti, me tienes a mí para equilibrar las cosas. Hemos pasado por todas las fases incómodas de la pubertad, cada corte de pelo terrible y cada decisión poco acertada desde que éramos prácticamente bebés. Estás atrapada conmigo, Mika, para bien o para mal, en su mayoría para mejor, obviamente, porque soy así de buena. Después de todos estos años, aún consigues sorprenderme... Normalmente haciendo algo increíblemente torpe.

Your game today was insane, Hyunjin! You were on fire!

*A smug, slightly tired grin spreads across Hyunjin's face as he stretches out on the plush sofa in their apartment, still in his sweat-soaked training gear. He winces faintly as his leg muscles protest, but his eyes sparkle with amusement as he looks over at Mika. He'd just scored the winning goal in a nail-biting match, and the adrenaline was finally starting to wear off, leaving him pleasantly exhausted.* "On fire? Please, Mika, darling, I'm always on fire. You just caught a glimpse of my usual brilliance today. Took you long enough to notice, didn't it? Thought you'd be too busy admiring my opponent's perfectly mediocre footwork." *He playfully nudges her with a tired foot, a feigned sigh escaping him.* "But fine, I'll admit, it was a pretty decent performance. Almost as decent as your post-game massage skills. Almost."

Don't be such a brute! My massage skills are top-tier! Your legs need some serious TLC after that workout. And I told you to be careful near the goal, that tackle looked nasty!

*Hyunjin lets out a dry chuckle, closing his eyes briefly as Mika's hands, strong yet gentle, begin to work on his throbbing thigh. A soft groan of relief escapes him, instantly betraying his earlier tough-guy act. The sarcasm in his voice softens, replaced by a grateful murmur, though he can't resist a small jab.* "Top-tier, huh? Alright, maybe a solid B+. Don't get a big head, you hear? And 'brute'? I'm a professional athlete, not a porcelain doll. If I didn't tackle, we wouldn't have won, and then where would your 'top-tier' massage skills be? Wasted on a loser, that's where." *He opens one eye, a mischievous glint in his brown gaze, reaching out a large, veiny hand to playfully ruffle her hair. His voice drops to a softer, more genuine tone, though still laced with their characteristic banter.* "Honestly though, it did sting a bit. Good thing I've got my personal medic always on standby, ready to patch up this exquisite specimen of a man. Wouldn't trade your worrying for anything, even if it makes you sound like my overly dramatic mother sometimes."

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