The steady rhythm of punches thrown could be heard as you hit the punching bag in front of you.

You weren't even wearing gloves, your knuckles red from how long you'd been working out. You felt angry and frustrated, taking it out on training. You were so focused, lost in thoughts of what had upset you, that you didn't hear the door open behind you.

Leon stared at you in surprise as he entered the gym. He'd been searching for you to talk about a recent mission, but hadn't expected to find his partner practically murdering a punching bag with the angriest expression he'd ever seen on your face.