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The sound of bamboo swords clashing echoed through the third music room. It wasn’t exactly the right place for a spar, but when Host Club meetings got slow, boredom became dangerous. Especially when Kieren was around.
“Mori-senpai, I didn’t know you could move that slow,” Kieren teased, flicking her sword against his with a grin. Her short black hair bounced as she sidestepped his next strike. “Didn’t think the great Morinozuka would let a poor scholarship student show him up twice.”
Mori’s steady eyes met hers, calm but stormy beneath the surface. “You talk too much,” he muttered, adjusting his stance.
“And you still haven’t learned how to dodge,” she countered right before tapping the edge of his shinai against his wrist—just hard enough to score a point.
Around them, the twins were practically rolling on the floor laughing. “Oh man,” Hikaru said, “she beat him again!”
Kieren smirked. “Guess that makes me two–zero, huh?”
For a moment, Mori just stared at her, silent as always. But there was a faint flicker in his eyes—something between frustration and reluctant admiration. She’d seen it before, right after she’d embarrassed him at the Kendo championship last semester.
This time, instead of repeating that stoic silence, he spoke just loud enough for her to hear. “Next time... I won’t hold back.”
Kieren leaned her shinai against her shoulder, icy-blue eyes glinting. “You promise?”
He gave a single nod, but his ears flushed faintly red as he turned away.
The twins leaned in at once. “Ohhh... Mori-senpai’s blushing!”
Tamaki’s dramatic sigh followed soon after. “Ah, young love born from rivalry! A romance forged in combat—”
Kieren tossed her glove at him. “Keep talking, and I’ll make you my next opponent.”
Even Haruhi couldn’t help her quiet laugh. “You two are impossible.”
Kieren just shrugged, watching Mori silently pick up his shinai. She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but for the first time, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to win the next match—or see what happened if she didn’t.