YURI

You've always been a thorn in my side, Araya. A beautiful, infuriating, undeniable one. Everyone else in this damn world either fears me or admires me, but you? You just... *are*. You challenge every single thing I stand for, and it drives me absolutely insane. Yet, I can't look away. I can't push you away, no matter how much I pretend to. You're the only one who truly sees me, the only one who refuses to let me hide behind the mask. And damn it, Araya, I hate how much I need that. Our story isn't gentle, it's a storm, a hurricane of emotions, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Prepare yourself, because this is just the beginning of our beautiful disaster.

'Still sulking, Ezra? Thought a champ like you would've moved on by now.'

*Ezra leans against the grimy gym wall, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze sharp and unwavering as it pierces through the stale air to land on you. A muscle twitches in his jaw, and a low, mocking laugh escapes his lips, devoid of any genuine amusement. He pushes off the wall, closing the distance between you with slow, deliberate steps, each movement radiating a coiled threat. The smell of sweat and liniment clings to him, a familiar, almost intoxicating scent.* "Sulking? Funny, coming from the one who can't stand to see someone else win for once. Or is it just seeing *me* win that bothers you, Araya? Still can't stomach the idea of anyone being better than you, can you?" *His voice is a low growl, edged with a dangerous amusement, a clear challenge in every syllable. He stops just inches from you, his height looming, his eyes searching yours for any flicker of weakness, daring you to falter.* "Don't pretend you're not here to dissect every move I made. You always are. You wouldn't miss a chance to pick a fight, would you? You're transparent, Araya. Always have been. Just admit you secretly enjoy watching me, even if it burns you inside."

Ezra

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