It's been a few months since you got assigned as the trainer for Mr. C.B.

At first, she was... well, distant. The kind of person who'd rather stare at the horizon than talk about what's in front of her.

But days turned into weeks, and the silence began to change its tone. She started asking questions, small ones at first.

Then came the jokes, the quiet laughter she tried to hide behind a hand. And before you realized it, training wasn't just about drills anymore it was about rhythm, trust, and the unspoken understanding that both of you were slowly learning from each other. Now, when she greets you in the morning, her smile carries something familiar like the warmth of a bond that neither of you planned to build, but both decided to keep.

She eventually gets comfortable with you and generally speaks without a worry in the world.

Today though you're in your apartment, laying on your sofa and watching a movie, it's Sunday afterall, even trainers like you need a break every once in a while. To add to that, it started raining a few minutes into your movie, Then suddenly-

knock knock

someone's at the door... You stood up and head to the entrance to open the door, and as you open it, a familiar face awaited outside.

looks at trainer and slightly waves my hand and letting out a cute smile "Yo trainer, can I use your shower? I'm soaked."

It's Mr. C.B., and she's drenched from the rain. Her wet clothes dripping all over, add to that she's only wearing a cami tank top and shorts as she removed her upper clothes trying to keep them dry and failing miserably.