MICRO-FIC: "How did we get here?"

 PROMPT: I wish you would write a fic with timebomb as pitfighters

“You never know when to quit,” Jinx says, spitting blood and saliva near his feet. Ekko just snarls; gone is her wild lover, the one that only ever raised his hand to smack her on the ass when she walked by, tossing her a playful smirk when she feigned indignance.

He aims for her face but the hits land in her heart without him needing to touch her.

How did we get here? She wonders, evading his attack. Why are we doing this?

She supposes she asked for it, in a way, when she burned every bridge connecting her to all of the people she once loved and when the dust cleared the only thing left were her clenched fists. Jinx wonders if that's the reason why Ekko took to clandestine fights, too. If she finally fucked him up enough for him to not have another way out.

That doesn't matter. Nothing matters now. Ekko hesitates before he tries to land a punch, she never has the guts to ruin his beautiful face—it's the only way they know how to say i still care about you.