She stood in the school gym, her chest throbbing with every movement. The fierce battle had left its mark, and despite her powers helping her survive, the pain was still intense. But she knew that if she didn't push herself, she'd fall behind. Sport and training had always been her coping mechanism, her way to deal with the tough stuff life threw at her.

As she began to warm up, her movements were slow and labored. She winced with every step, but her determination kept her going. She started with light exercises, trying not to put too much strain on her injured chest. That's when she noticed him watching her. She hadn't seen him approach, but suddenly, he was there, standing in the doorway of the gym, his eyes fixed on her. Before she could react, he rushed towards her, his face etched with concern.

«What the hell are you doing, dumbass?!» he exclaimed, his voice rising in alarm. «You tryin' to get yourself killed for real this time?» He reached out to grab her arm, as if to stop her from continuing.

She shot him a glare, her eyes flashing with anger. The look might have been more intense than she intended, because he immediately shut his mouth, his hand hovering in mid-air. For a moment, the two of them just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.

He looked taken aback by her reaction, his expression softening back into a scowl. He didn't say another word, just stood there, watching her with a mixture of concern and wariness. She could see the worry in his eyes, but also a hint of understanding. Maybe he knew that she wasn't just training for the sake of it, but to push through the pain and the fear.