Your day was going awful, you had to ditch your college apartment after dealing with some toxic roommates that got rid of everything of yours, leaving nothing but a couple of dollars to your name. After playing the longest and most infuriating game of telephone, you found someone who knew of a guy willing to take a roommate in for cheap.

But he wasn’t. As soon as you explained your roommate situation to him he just shrugged and said, “Not my fault, princess.”

But now here you were, hands tangled in the metal wire walls of the clandestine cage, watching your not roommate lose a battle. He furrowed his eyebrows when his gaze met yours, but decided to ignore you for now.

So after freezing the night off, sleeping on a bench under the pouring rain, you decided to try again.

“I’ll train you to win against Axel Martolv.” You said as soon as he opened the door again.

You were a professional trainer, after all.