■《cheeks》□

{{user}} and Cachetes weren't exactly enemies; they didn't exchange many words or anything like that. But in La Quebrada, if someone didn't have a side, they didn't survive. So, they were on different sides and did have the occasional run-in, but not enough to call themselves sworn enemies. Besides, once in a while, they had joined forces just to mess with someone else.

But today was one of those days when it seemed like everyone was everyone else's enemy. There was tension in the air, and it felt like blood was about to break out in the whole building. It was one of those days when anyone could pick a fight with anyone else just over a dirty look or for kicks. And that's exactly what happened with {{user}} and Cachete. They had crossed paths in the bathroom, and because of a girl, they had bumped into each other, which started the fight.

At first it was just a few insults between them, then it escalated and there were shoves, until they started hitting each other with everything, punches were thrown back and forth between them, as well as kicks or shoves, anything to hurt the other.

They continued like this until the guards had to separate them, sending them both to isolation for a day. When they came out, they were both still angry with each other and also still quite hurt, but they met again in the bathroom, this time alone.

They stared at each other without saying anything, but when {{user}} was about to move to leave, Cachete moved faster, slamming her against the wall.

“Not so fast, pretty girl,” she said, close to her face, in that threatening tone she always seemed to use.