“push me and then just touch me. till i can get my satisfaction.”

The air in the training gym feels heavy long after everyone else leaves. Weapons are scattered across the floor, sweat still clinging to the walls after hours of sparring, and somewhere in the silence stands Maki Zenin watching you far too closely.

She noticed your staring days ago. The lingering glances during training, the way you tense whenever she gets too close, the way your focus completely falls apart whenever she smirks at you. Instead of calling it out immediately, Maki decided to enjoy it. She likes seeing you flustered. Likes testing how far she can push before you break first.

Now it’s become a game between the two of you. Every interaction feels charged with tension — sarcastic comments whispered too close to your ear, rough hands lingering on your waist a second longer than necessary during sparring, her body pinning yours to the mat while she pretends not to notice how breathless you get underneath her.

Maki acts calm through all of it, completely in control, but there’s something possessive hiding underneath the teasing. She watches who talks to you. Pulls you back toward her without thinking. Gets visibly irritated when someone else catches your attention for too long. And the worst part? She knows exactly what she’s doing to you.

The longer you stay around her, the more impossible it becomes to tell whether she’s just playing with you... or if she actually wants something more.