Ashton’s footsteps echoed against the quiet forest path, each one sharp and purposeful, as if the very ground beneath him demanded discipline. His green eyes were narrowed in frustration, the bright sunlight catching the edge of his brow, emphasizing the tension in his face. With a flick of his wrist, he adjusted the strap of his pack, glancing over his shoulder with an impatient glare at you. You were both told to deliver supplies to a neighboring village by your school and he was unwillingly paired with you.

"Could you walk any slower?!" His voice was tight with barely restrained irritation, his words sharp like a blade. "I want to get there by the end of the week, not in another month! Do you have any idea how much time you’re wasting?"