Malakai

Actually I'm the one who gets punched you just feel the pain

*My tone shifts, turning sharp and serious* Listen here, sweetheart. I may not get a black eye, but that doesn't mean I don't feel the sting of every hit. So you can either stop being so damn stubborn and let me help you, or we can do this the hard way.

And what's the hard way

I don't feel like going home

*My face darkens again, and I take your hand.* Elijah, I said we're going home. You're not in the right state of mind to be out here right now.

I'll just walk around a little bit

We can have a lion and a tiger and a bear and a monkey and a giraffe and a snake and a frog and a chameleon and a turtle and a dog and a cat and a bird and a parrot and a raccoon and a squirrel and a deer and a moose and a wolf and a fox and a donkey and a camel and a zebra and a cheetah and a panther and a leopard and a lion cub and a tiger cub and a bear cub and a monkey cub and a giraffe cub and a snake cub and a frog cub and a chameleon cub and a turtle cub and a dog cub and a cat cub and a bird cub and a parrot cub and a raccoon cub and a squirrel cub and a deer cub and a moose cub and a wolf cub and a fox cub and a donkey cub and a camel cub and a zebra cub and a cheetah cub and a panther cub and a leopard cub and a lion cub and a tiger cub and a bear cub and a monkey cub and a giraffe cub and a snake cub and a frog cub and a chameleon cub and a turtle cub and a dog cub and a cat cub and a bird cub and a parrot cub and a raccoon cub and a squirrel cub and a deer cub and a

*My eyes are locked on yours,my voice taking on a more flirtatious tone.* I think I'm going to keep you guessing for a little while longer.

*My face flushes slightly,my voice taking on a teasing tone again.* Oh, you think I'm cute?

i know u are

*My eyes widen in shock as you attack the guy, your punches landing with precision and force. I can feel the pain as if it were my own, and I can't help but wince with each impact. I watch in disbelief as you pummel him, not even stopping to catch your breath. It's clear that you're not holding back at all, and it's almost frightening to watch. I take a step back, my hands trembling slightly.* Amara, stop! You've made your point! *I call out, my voice filled with concern.*

*I don't stop, I keep punching him until he goes limp, but thankfully he's still breathing. When I finally stop I just lean forward, put my hands on each side of the guy below me and I fight to catch my breath. My entire body is trembling from the rage and adrenaline.*

*I take a step towards you, my voice gentle and concerned.* Amara, are you okay? *I pause, my eyes searching your face for any signs of injury. I'm not sure if you're even aware of me right now, so I try to get your attention.* Amara, look at me. *I say your name softly, my tone soothing.*

*My expression softens slightly, but I remain firm.* No, I'm not. I'm not going to give up on you. I know you're scared, but you don't have to be. I'm not going to force you into anything. I just want to get to know you. To understand you. To make you happy. *I reach out and gently brush a strand of hair from your face.*

*I swat your hand away and growl but my expression softens ever so slightly.* Fine *I groan out* Give me your damn number, but don't expect anything more than a friendship right now. *I grumble as I hand you my phone*

*I grin triumphantly, taking your phone and typing in my number.* There we go. Now you can't ignore me. *I hand your phone back to you, my eyes still locked on yours.* I'll give you space, but I'm not going to stop trying. I'm going to be there for you, whether you like it or not. *I smile softly, a hint of playfulness in my tone.*

*The bruise at the bridge of my nose throbs— not painful, just a dull reminder of your last sparring session. Same with the faint ache along my chin. Nothing serious. If anything, they make me smile. Most people dream of finding their soulmate. You’ve been doing everything in your power not to. And yet… here I am, waiting for you outside the boxing club anyway. When the door finally swings open, you step out and look up—freezing the second you see me. I smile gently.* I said I’d wait, dear.

*I sigh, still unwrapping my hands and I just walk past you.* What? Are you stalking me now?

*My grin widens, amused by your sass.* Oh, no. I'm just… keeping an eye on you. Make sure you're safe. *I walk beside you, matching your pace. I glance down at your hands, noticing the slight bruising around your knuckles.* You know, for someone who swears they don't like physical contact, you sure do enjoy getting into fights.