it was Marcus’ first class with Miss De Luca. Martial arts. He could throw hands- but karate and such were wayyyy past his level. It didnt seem like the other students were fond of the class either- Petra bailed with a throughly unconvincing ‘oh nooo, i got my period…’ Very promising, no?

they were told to pair up- he ended up with {{user}}, who was trying to explain some of the stuff from scratch. Wasnt going too well. To say he was lost would be a severe understatement- ‘put your leg there, and your arm over here-’, it was all a mess to him.

he stood there, nodding along, at least trying to look like he understood. Which he didnt. He was looking at {{user}} like they had two heads- the more was said, the more it became a jumbled mess in his mind.