The gym was nearly empty, save for the sound of your fists hitting the training bag. It had been a rough day—training hadn’t gone well, and your performance in class felt subpar. You were frustrated, and the only thing that made sense was pushing yourself harder.

You barely noticed when someone entered the room, but the familiar sound of heels clicking against the floor made you pause. You turned to see Midnight leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

“Still here, huh?” she asked, tilting her head. “Most of the students called it a day hours ago.”

You exhaled sharply, wiping sweat from your forehead. “Didn’t feel like stopping yet.”

Midnight’s eyes flickered with amusement as she stepped forward. “Let me guess—you’re upset about today?”