#* nari;

She still couldn’t believe she had agreed to this. Nari feels uncomfortable in her own skin as she stares down the male in front of her. Her hands are wrapped with care, the bandages covering her knuckles and spiralling down to her wrists. It was fairly late, the only time she could get the dojo without some kind of audience - for free no less, coming with the promise that she would clean up before leaving. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” The gentle tone of her voice is a contrast to what she’s offering to teach him. While she didn’t believe in the use of force and violence against anyone, that didn’t mean that self defence was not a necessity. If it were any indication of their first meeting, he was in dire need of that skill. Normally the student and not the teacher, Kyungsoo had managed to tug at her heart strings; convincing her to this moment. 

“I can’t let you get away....” Nari looks down at the ground, consumed with both anger and worry. She couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed, her phone lay on the pavement in front of her - broken and unable to call for help. She wasn’t sure if the other had heard her whisper, or noticed her to begin with. When the perpetrator began their flee on feet she couldn’t just stand idly by anymore. She grabs her pen from her pocket, holding it up as the transformation begins. “Jupiter Power Make up!”

By no means was Nari labelled as a social butterfly. She was reserved, head down and absorbed in her work. Not anti-social but withdrawn. She had very few friends, even less when she was forced to count for people she trusted. But she had met a few worth the pleasant conversations, late night drinks while unloading from their work as university students. Never had she expected any of them to turn into ‘show up at her house in the middle of the night needing help’ sort of situation. But then again, who could predict that? 

He was left on her doorstep, a knock alerting her of her visitors. With her own strength she was able to lift him off the ground, dragging him through the entry way and settled on her couch. She placed a bucket by his head on the ground, and a water on the coffee table. Making a mental note to check for any wounds in the morning, for now he appeared uninjured just intoxicated. That night she slept lightly, treading on the edge until the morning arrived. 

Hazel eyes widen, the question taking her by surprise so much that she nearly drops her watering can. “You mean Emi?!” She doesn’t mean to name drop, but the words just spit from her lips so uncontrollably. “I mean, not Emi. I don’t have a crush on anyone. She’s my friend and I really... respect her. She just came to mind because I’m uh-- meeting her later! Yeah!”