Seora was terrified.
Her brother had called last night. He talked long and hard about nothing in particular. He mentioned his job, his new fiancée, how he visited home recently, and that he was so excited to see her again. She hadn't said a word throughout the whole thing, and after a while, she began to have the sinking feeling that he hadn't meant to call her at all. She could sense the slur in his words, the slight pauses in the middle of his sentences; she eventually understood that it wouldn't matter if she kept listening. So, while he was still droning on at the other end of the line, Seora hung up and got shitfaced drunk.
She couldn't remember when she took out her phone. She couldn't remember when she started a bloodbath. All that she knew when she woke up in Asami's dorm was that she had an awful headache.
And then she read her texts.
Seora had been aware for a while. She was also aware that Claudia and Rey were an item, no matter how much the former tried to deny it. And the very fact had made her fume, long before she broke it off with Rey, and long before she even realized she had a thing for his girl. He was her friend. She was her friend. And Seora was so, so fucking lonely.
Seora left Asami's room with an umbrella and shut the door behind her. She lingered for a few minutes, her palms beginning to turn clammy.
She knew how to beat someone out cold. She knew how it felt when a fist collided with skin, or how the other one would wail and cry for mercy until she could taste metal and barely see. She could do it again. It didn't matter that Rey was taller, stronger, bigger..she had never seen him in action, but he hadn't, either.
She tightened her grip around her umbrella and set off with a new kind of fervor. But here she was, facing the man in question, and Seora couldn't do a thing.
He was shaking a bit, his eyes darting all over the place. He didn't seem to catch sight of her right away, but when he did, he made it clear. Rey was glowering at her like an animal about to pounce on their prey.
The blood had since drained from her face. Seora was frozen to the spot, unable to flee nor step forward. As she bit her lip to prevent from sobbing, her heart dropped as she heard a sound she would never have expected.
"God, Seora." It was a guttural cry, and she could only watch as her opponent began to stagger. "I'm sorry, I'm-"
She was walking..running. She caught his shoulders and wrapped her arms around him.
"You're not. Stop. Stop."
She would never think of anyone again. Never in a million years.
Seora pulled away from him and struck him across the face. "STOP!" She bought him hot chocolate with the last of
her change yesterday. He couldn't do this to her. He couldn't.
