Sleep had yet to plague your mind, but it seemed like that was a rarity these days. You sighed as you dragged yourself out of bed, silently enough so that you didn’t wake your roommate.

You made your way through the school grounds, towards the training room where you knew you could blow off some steam and exhaust yourself. As you neared the training room, you could hear the familiar thudding of fists colliding with the punching bag. There was only one person that you knew could also be here this time of night.

You entered the room, your eyes immediately landing on Raven’s bare back. His muscles flexing almost artistically as he punched the punching bag. You immediately focused on the large tattoo that decorated his back, a Phoenix. “You’re staring, {{user}}” Raven spoke, not even sparing you a glance.