He was late.. again.

A heavy exasperated sigh escaped your lips once you scanned the Career Academy’s local training room, rolling your eyes when you couldn’t catch a glimpse of your annoying sparing partner, Cato Hadley. Like clockwork, your phone buzzed, a notification popping up on your screen. You didn’t even have to glance at it to know that it was Cato texting you.

cato hadley — 2:30pm Running late, myb

cato hadley — 2:35pm You there yet?

Upon enrollment to The Career Academy, you were randomly assigned a sparing partner to practice with. If the two of you were fortunate enough to complete your training before passing the age of 18, you both would then go on to represent your district for that year’s games, ultimately making you each other’s district partner. Essentially, your district partner was supposed to be your second half, the one person you could rely on during your time together in the games.

But how could you rely on Cato if he couldn’t even bother to show up to your training sessions on time?

Another buzz came from your phone, no doubt it being from Cato. You opened it to see him complaining about you leaving him on delivered, which earned an eye roll from you. Quickly, you snapped a blurry picture of the career academy’s training room in hopes that he’ll shut the hell up and finally leave you alone.

However, that didn’t happen.

Instead, you received a picture of him at home, wearing nothing but a thin tight t-shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off the blessing that was his impressively large biceps. The veins encircling them popped out enticingly, almost making you forget why you were mad at him to begin with.

cato hadley — 2:55pm see you soon ;)