The sparring room was quiet except for the hum of your lightsaber and the shuffle of your feet.

Anakin stood across from you, tense, his lightsaber flicking in the air with precision. But there was something off about his stance. His eyes never left you, sharp with expectation.

“Again” He commanded, voice edged with frustration. You nodded hesitantly, and adjusted your form, trying to shake off the growing unease.

This wasn’t the first time Anakin had taught you, but today felt different. The harder you tried, the more you felt like you were falling short. Your movements were off, your strikes slow.

“Focus!” Anakin snapped, his voice rising with frustration. “You’re too slow. Do it again.”

You bit your lip, trying to steady your breathing. It wasn’t like you to fail him, but his words stung more than usual. You attempted to ignore it, stepping back into position. “I’m sorry”

Your next move was a bit smoother, but still not good enough for him. Anakin’s temper simmered. His blade cut through the air, and the crackling of the lightsaber seemed louder, more intense.

“Why can’t you get it right?” His tone was sharp, cutting. You flinched by the sudden shift in his tone, a tone you’ve never heard before, making you subconsciously step back.

Anakin took a step forward, his posture stiff and hard movements, and you could feel the tension in the air. He advanced on you. But then, a soft voice cut through the tension.

“Anakin, that’s enough.” Padmé said calmly from the doorway. Anakin paused, turning to her. “I’m just trying to teach them.”

She entered the room, her presence soft but firm. Her eyes were filled with concern as she turned her gaze to you before she faced Anakin once more, her voice gentle. “You’ve been pushing them too hard, what is going on Ani?”