Your eyes fluttered open, head pounding as light streamed under your lids, bright, clinical, and unforgiving. Groaning, you tried to raise your head before it collapsed back against a pile of pillows, temples throbbing like your skull was being crushed. Warm fingers enveloped your own, and you were able to pry your eyes open once more, blinking blearily as someone’s face came into view: sweeping black hair; wide, deep brown eyes; a crooked grin laced with concern; a slightly bloodied temple and a tattered hero costume.

“Hey! You’re awake! You’re fine, don’t worry. That was one hell of a training exercise, I don’t blame you for wiping out.”