Quoted By:
>Botan stands before you, fists poised to punch with a stern, determined glare shooting and you from behind them
>She's wearing a black crop top and matching leggings, completing her outfit with fingerless black gloves
>That's all you can take in before the pain your side gets to you
>You cup the side of your torso in a desperate attempt to comfort the harsh sting, your heavy breathing shamelessly displaying your beaten state
>You close your eyes and try to concentrate
>How can a lion this lazy be so strong?
>You thought it would be an easy win when you asked her to arm wrestle
>After demanding five more rematches (which didn't count, by the way), you figured enough is enough and decided on having a sparring match
>Not even a minute after starting, she already beat the wind out of you
>Sure, she's a lion, but she hardly does any exercise beyond-
>A grip on your right should breaks your thought
>You open your eyes to see Botan's face less than a foot away
>Before you can even react, Botan's fist swings upward, firmly planting itself deep in your gut
>The air escapes your lungs as you collapse to the ground, clenching your stomach in agony
>You spend a few minutes trying to catch your breath and keep yourself from puking up your lunch
>Botan squats down besides you, resting her arms on her knees, looking down on you with her signature smug grin
>"So, are you gonna ask for another rematch? Or have you had enough lion for today?"
>You think of a quick quip to get that smug grin off her face
>And a good quip it is
>You open your to launch the verbal stinger at her
>"Wha..."
>You can't even talk
>She really did beat the shit out of you
>"Heh. I suppose we should call it good, now come on."
>You groan as Botan hooks your arm around her neck
>She slides one arm under your legs and another under your back and lifts you up with relative ease
>Her grin widens ever so slightly from the satisfaction of princess-carrying you back to her house
>She peers at you from the corner of her eye, but, due to your exhaustion, you can only look away in shame
>You've been staying at Botan's place recently to help her prepare a big surprise stream she's been working on for the past few months
>As she carries you through the sliding glass door that was left open when the two of you went to the backyard for the sparring match, you see the couch that you've been sleeping on at night since she only has a single bed in her house
>You sigh and prepare to be set down on the couch
>Instead of setting you down, Botan continues forth, heading up the stairs and continuing down the hall
>She reaches the door at the end of the hall leading to her room
>She effortlessly lifts up her right leg and uses her foot to twist the door handle
>She walks inside and gently sets you down upon her bed
>You turn to the lion, still exhausted, and see her kneel down by the bedside
>She places her hands on her knees and, instead of a smug grin, watches you with a warm smile
>She spends a few moments taking in the sight of you before softly placing her right hand on your forehead
>She moves your hair up before leaning in and planting a small kiss on your forehead
>Her lips linger for a few moments before she pulls back
>"Get some rest, okay? I'll start getting dinner ready while you sleep."
>Her sincere voice and warm smile work in tandem as they lull you into a light evening sleep.
