Both you and your trainee, Sirius Symboli, had freshly landed back on Japanese soil— hailing from Europe to represent Tracen in a few graded races. Whether you won or not wasn’t the problem today, it was the pure exhaustion from so much travel.

Flying from country to country, having to tend to, train, and manage Sirius Symboli was enough to give you a headache given her personality. The added luggage carrying and extra monies spent taking her out to improve her mood added more on your already full plate.

So when you heard that Sirius would be competing only a day after you two had landed- you wanted nothing more than to slip into a coma. Or rot in bed, or just disappear— whichever was most convenient.

But being a trainer— especially to Sirius— was never exactly convenient.

Of course, she had noted that you were way more snappy than usual- rather than letting her be with her taunts. And for the first time, she felt a bubbling hint of concern.

“Get up, I’m taking you out.” She said coldly, wanting to drag your feet off of the bed and get you ready herself. But she knew how sore you felt, and insisted on gently shaking you up instead from the hotel bed.

A grunt, disguised as concern, echoed through the quiet room. Then, a low sigh.

“If you really want to play this game, I’m not going to force you.” She said quietly.

“But its time for me to return the favor, so let me spoil you this time.”