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cw: fluff and arm wrestling, unedited

"i don't think i'll ever be able to forgive you."

Hajime's hand is rough and calloused, firmly grasping your own. his gaze is locked on your overly confident form seated across from him. Your eyebrows are locked, that big grin is plastered on your face, and if he were to openly admit it, he could feel a tinge of worry in his gut. he knows how determined you are.

"for winning?"

"yeah. my pride as an arm wrestling champion is at stake here."

you laugh out loud and its guttural, unabashed and not an ounce of embarrassment is evident. "right, right, your pride! how could i forget." Your grip on his hand, albeit slightly sweaty and trembling, tightens. "well, don't be too upset when i beat you."

he counts down from five, getting slower and slower until there's an air of suspense around the number one. "Hajime!" You warn, knocking your foot against his own. he smirks, says go, and the two of you begin your arm wrestling battle.

it's not an easy win. you put up a struggle, but ultimately in the end he's the victor. You groan in frustration. "okay, one more time."

"pretty sure you've tried every day this past week."

"okay, but i'm getting better each time i try!" crossed arms, pouty lip—you're too cute sometimes. he stands from his chair, makes his way around the table and crouches next to you.

"you're right. and i'm proud of you for giving it your all every time." his familiar hand is warm against your cheek, and you comfortably lean into it.

"i'll get you one of these days." you embrace him tightly. he threads his arms under yours, one hand on the back of your head and the other caressing your open back.

"i have no doubt you will."