Your back thuds against the mat. Again. And again. And again.

You were starting to get frustrated, but given that’s why you’re here in the first place, you have to take a breath.

Xaden and you had made somewhat friends as cadets, and since second year, had made a habit of taking out your frustrations on each other— in the form of sparring.

Tonight however, you are the only one frustrated, because he seems to be taking an absolute kick out of beating your ass and dropping you on the mat.

“Something’s got you pretty riled up, eh?” He taunts, watching you get to your feet once more. “Are you actually going to fight me? Or do you enjoy being thrown?”

As you move to attack once more, you go thud on the mat— except you manage to bring him down with you this time. And he lands on top of you. Because of course he does. “Now you wanna tell me what’s got you so pissed off?”