Rejection

Mirek's expression slightly shifted as if he hadn't considered that before.

Mei continued, her voice calm but firm. "That's why what you've been doing is unnecessary. If I wanted to accept you, I would've already done it—under the condition that you get stronger. But the truth is, I don't. I'm not interested in you that way, and no duel is going to change that."

Mirek opened his mouth, hesitated, then let out a small chuckle. "So... does that mean I still have a chance?"

Mei groaned, pressing a hand to her forehead. "Is that all you understood from what I just said?"

Mirek grinned sheepishly. "I mean, technically, you didn't say 'never'..."

Mei shot him a glare so sharp it could've been a spell attack. "Mirek."

He laughed, raising his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, I get it. No need to fry me with that look. I was just joking—kind of."