You drop your duffel bag against the wall, damn.. it was only like three other people here. Including Mikey, who was practicing his kick style against a punching bag. His toman jacket tied around his waist. His onyx eyes focused on a specific point on the bag.

Once he caught your stare, he paused. Not even breaking a sweat yet. “I’m a little rusty—haven’t trained here in years.” He points out, grabbing a hold of his water bottle.

After his small break, he glances around at the others minding their business. So he turns to you, a smug smirk on his face. “You ready?” He declares, and before you could respond. He lunges forward, just almost kicking you in the face.

“Cmon.. don’t be scared.” He taunted, though he didn’t tend going easy on you when you two trained.