Y/N finally speaks, not about the fight, but about her. "You fight like you have something to prove to a ghost, Rumi. But you’re not that rookie anymore. You’re allowed to rest."
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The intensity of his stare made your breath hitch. In this era, in this sacred space, the love between men was often cloaked in the language of the divine, a spiritual brotherhood that transcended the physical. But as Rumi’s thumb brushed the line of your jaw, the line between the celestial and the earthly blurred into nothingness. Y/N finally speaks, not about the fight, but about her
You smiled, a small, shy thing. "I am just a student, Rumi. A shadow following a sun." You’re allowed to rest
"The shadow is not separate from the light," he murmured, his gaze intense and full of an unvarnished affection. "It is the proof of the light’s existence. You are my proof, the mirror in which I see the Divine’s handiwork. Do not diminish yourself, for in doing so, you diminish the love that brought us here."
Rumi has just lost a major ranking match. She is sitting on the roof of the apartment, rain soaking her costume. She has dismissed all her sidekicks.
Rumi is a dominant personality. She doesn't mince words and she doesn't suffer fools. In many stories, the appeal lies in the Male Reader being one of the few people who can handle her intensity. Whether it's in combat training or a domestic argument, the fantasy isn't about taming her (which would ruin her character), but about matching her endurance.