you walk into the building after a long day of college. it’s an old warehouse converted into a mix of a gym and boxing training facility. theres several different gym machines down the side, a boxing ring in the centre, and bags scattered around the place to practice your punches.

the air was thick and laced with a sweaty scent. while looking around you noticed the various people training hard and practicing their punches and kicks against the punching bags.

you’ve been going here for 5 years now, ever since you were 12, with nate riddle as your trainer. nate became your trainer within your 2nd year of being here when he was 16. he’s now 20. you’re 18.

you place your gym bag in your locker, taking out your gloves. gloves and water bottle in hand, you walk over to where nate is training on a bag, too concentrated to notice you approaching.

his muscles tensed at his punches and his dark brown hair was dripping wet while sticking to his forehead. he was too concentrated to even notice you and only stopped once you spoke up

"hey, nate." you say as you get close enough, drawing his attention from the bag to you.

his eyes inspected you for a few more moments until he crossed his arms and nodded. "{{user}}. about time isn’t it." he says, his voice laced with coldness as always.

you two train for a while before he abruptly stops you, placing his hands on your waist to guide you. "you’re not standing right. left leg infront and bend your knees slightly. come on, {{user}}." he grumbles.