faint embarrassment, but not ones she'd follow through.

Maybe.

Dismissing the pain, she stared at her mirror's back, watching how they retreated from the scene that'd witnessed their first encounter.

They'd meet again, that much she was sure of.

Letting her guard down was a mistake. She yelped aloud when her bottom was struck by the unforgiving hand; jolting in place, she glanced at that cocky expression with a grimace. "Next time, I'll have you clean ten classrooms on your own!" Hasebe's words were a threat born of fleeting surprise and—

relax you." Hers was a prodding tease. Even if she knew she could come off as an annoying 'big sister', she didn't want to cause real harm to the little devil she'd been pestering so. But that wasn't a concern, not as she considered how she could get rid of what lied within her doppelgänger.—

her eyes narrowed with observation rather than annoyance.

Something resided within her mirror; something she would have to beat into submission at the risk of crushing the glass, rather than let it fall into corruption.

Maybe she was looking too much into it.

"You need a spa day, maybe that'll—

be the 'Hasebe' she aspired to become.

Although, it was a truth that both were entirely different despite them having nearly the same everything.

Her worry for her mirror was such that briefly numbed her to the purplescent blur. Held though she was, captured as she'd been by both capable hands,—

A perked brow was the answer to that impressive speed and the red glow that alerted her senses– there was something inhuman behind that and it briefly concerned her. Could it be that her alternate self had gotten involved with things beyond the simplicity of humanity? She hoped not, that wouldn't—

fight, Ha-chan." Her words remained playful and her actions goading when she turned her back to her mirror, ready to leave. "If you ever feel like having fun a decent way, I might be there for you."

having more wisdom behind her smile than her other self. "If that's what you think I did, maybe the airhead here is you." A nonchalant shrug followed her tease, with her hands facing the sky that'd witnessed doppelgangers meeting in a strange twist of fate. "I'm not the one here who picked the—

Her mirror's surprised expression was a sight for sore eyes. It was amusing seeing such a haughty girl become humbled under the right amount of pressure, if only briefly. Perhaps then she'd see Hasebe was trying to find her weaknesses not through fists, but wit, a testament of this Purple Devil—

while undoing the link of their hands. "You should learn manners if you want to go through life with that pretty face, Ha-chan."

clone here is you. Behaving like this while looking so good?" The hip-bound hand rose, pressing to her mirror's chin, forcing their gazes to remain aligned. "I don't like that." That same hand then pushed against her opposite's chest, uncaring about overstepping boundaries, and putting distance—

Her mirror's hand was quickly taken hold of, but not conventionally. Her fist spread like a claw before she forced their fingers to find a lace and tugged firm to make the other stumble forward, Hasebe, however, would catch her by holding on to her hip, pressing their chests together. "I think the—

How easy it was to convince the lean teacher. Figuring she'd repay her kindness in her own playful way, Hasebe reached a hand out and patted her muscular shoulder. "If I go to you, it'll be with victories to show off to you, Sensei~!" Adding to her false charm was a wink.

gliding back a couple of inches. That gave her opposite clutched fist time to react not with violent intent, but mocking one when Hasebe intended to make her soaring fist simply brush the front of the nose of her 'twin'.

All the while, she donned a smirk.

her more defensive position. The chastising elbow brushed past her shirt, making it wave erratically until her left forearm rose in a diagonal in front of herself– a defensive posture that took in the full-body bash of the other in her less dominant arm, a bold protection that sent her soles—

Knuckles drew back with precision when they met the knee of her mirror. The resulting shudder of her nerves upon impact was felt all the way up to her elbow, but it'd been something quickly dismissed with a brief shake of her wrist. That left her taking a step back to adjust her posture and regain—

lowering of her frame for her right fist to shoot forward. If the talkative Hasebe didn't dodge or block in time, her knuckles would sink deep into her stomach.

its scorned wind to sway her cascading hair. It'd been then that her mirror made her wish known, and who was she to say no to herself?

"Right, right~." Hers was a playful chime– a mere 'bell' of what was bound to happen. Her side-step had also been an adjusting of her posture, a slight—

They were the same. Failing to notice that urge wasn't something that Hasebe would do– it simply would be stupid of her to not realize. Although, extending a helping hand wasn't in her plans, at least not conventionally.

The swift, guillotine-like kick made her take a step to the side, allowing—