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there existed no law in sparring within the port mafia, just no death. and even then, forcing one to the brink of it was always discouraged and yet occurring at a frequency she'd suspect only due to her presence. they'd gotten too comfortable, too dependent on her ability that they mock the power of death, the meaning of it. they spit in its face with every unnecessary means of violence, of near - overkill for the sake of gloating. what was victory when it was not genuine, born for appearances and not in gravity ? if not for the research opportunities each injury provided, she would have outright rejected their demands to be healed — let them sweat, squirm, writhe under the power she wielded. but, he, demon prodigy — or so they say, having been slotted alongside him more often than she'd like, he'd become the source of her intrigue. and now he had her pinned, lack of that foolish hubris most of the members carried. it was different with him, his confidence was factual. and she could not break him.
short gasp escaped her lips from the impact, flat of her back hitting the mat with a dull thud and she could've fought back more, used the momentum to attack him anywhere else he wasn't paying attention to but instead she relaxed further, muscles softer under his touch. ends of her lips twitched, slightly curving at the ends. she made no effort to squirm under his hold, not even to test the extent of the pressure he maintained. it was a rarity to be in such a position and she would allow him the once - in - a - blue - moon chance to soak it in. “ mmm, valuable lesson. thank you. ” velvety smooth, octaves settled and balanced as she shifted under him comfortably, bending at the knee. magentas flickered towards the small cut on the side of his cheek from where her nails must've grazed him. “ you're bleeding, you know. or do you like it when it's something i point out ? ”
sparring with yosano had its advantages, at least when dazai was slammed into the floor, she'd have to pay special attention to him afterwards and tend to wounds she purposefully inflicted. it was interesting, and dazai felt he learned quickly what to expect when she huffed and blew a stray strand of hair from her face, shuffled her weight onto her back foot and breathed in before lunging for him. her timings were impeccable, and though her techniques weren't ground - breaking, dazai struggled in evading her advances and a few times had ended up sprawled beneath her before both retreated to their respective corners of the makeshift arena, only to begin again. no shame to be had in losing to her, humiliation would only serve as a greater deterrent and cause greater mistakes, and after all, this was for fun if nothing else.
⅋ @leventar, yosano akiko . . . “ too rough for you? ”
her voice swam into the forefront of his mind once the blow from the cement floor had subsided in waving over him, dazai peeled open his eyes to meet her gaze with lips pressed together, sparing a look to the wrists she'd pinned beneath her palms before tutting, and in an instant hooking a leg around her to turn the tides. in a swift movement, he had her underneath him with a roll of his eyes, one knee applying pressure just above her elbow, other hand mirroring her earlier position, her wrist in his palm and pressed to the floor. the press of the rest of her body had been weaker, almost as though she'd expected him to give up after taunting him ⸺ not likely. nothing to prove between them, but dazai would be a fool to let her walk away with so many victories under her belt. simply, he'd been waiting for the right time to strike, and yosano had provided the perfect opening. “ you shouldn't gloat until your opponent is fully incapacitated. that's just common sense. ”