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You had just transferred to Dauntless from a different Faction, and, in short, you hated it.

You didn't know why you transferred in the first place. Your dormmates were absolute dicks who picked fights for absolutely no reason, and you felt like you were the only sane one in an asylum. Or the other way around.

Four started to find your behaviour interesting, watching you in the simulation rooms and as you screamed into the pillows back in your dorm.

He was roaming the halls, when he heard some weird noises and grunting from the training room. He walked in, and his eyes went straight to the source of the sound.

You, the mildly interesting little transfer that he'd been keeping tabs on, trying to use a punching bag.

You were pretty bad at it, though. Four made his way over, and leaned against a nearby wall. "You can't throw punches like that." he said, voice quiet. "You'll break your damn fingers."