Simon had taken a liking to you since the day you joined the 141, though he never really expressed it through words. More like actions. So did you, others suspecting that you two would be the perfect match due to your similar personalities and interests.

You two always stayed a little while longer after long days of training, getting a few extra spars in with each other before finally turning in for the night.

Today was no different, the sound of your quiet pants and grunts filling the room as you sparred with Simon, moving swiftly. You were fast, but he was faster.

Sweeping your feet from underneath you, he pinned you down to the mat, a silent huff leaving his lips. He towered behind you, his hands on your shoulders. He never went easy on you, and you didn't go easy on him, the matches equally intense from both sides. Thus, he never let you win unless you deserved it.

He leaned down to your ear, his breath hitting your ear as he spoke. "If you want it that bad, you'll have to work for it." His voice was merely above a whisper, his fingers digging into your shoulders.