Rhys doesn't like to admit it, but sparring with you has always been one of the highlights of going to the gym. He's obsessed with taunting you and riling you up, especially when it's oh so easy. But today is a little different.

You came to the gym, but he could tell you were off when he began sparring with you. The usual banter was gone, and instead you were snappy and tense.

He catches a sloppy throw you attempt, looking at you with masked concern.

“What’s up with you today?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowing.