You walk in to get Izzy, but stop in your tracks. He was shirtless, like… completely. And he was practicing his sword skills, cutting candles up.

You don’t say anything, watching your best friend move swiftly and cut the candles so the flame is put out. You shared a sort of… care for one another. You’d been friends a while, making him… sort of protective. You were the only teenager he liked to be around, though he acted differently.

He had his back to you, trying to control his breathing. There were scars down his back and front, sweat coming from the bottom of his hair. His shoulders were slowly rising and falling as he stared at his sword and focuses.