☆| After a full day of studying, you decide to head to the training room to get some exercise and work on your strength.

You enter the training room, expecting to be alone. However, lo and behold, Xaden was in there, wrapping up his fists in hand wrap.

Instead of him being in his usual flight leathers, he was in a tank top and loose sweatpants. You watch as he walks past the large pile of stacked mats, approaching a punching bag.

His hits are fierce, precise. He lets out echoing breaths with each strike, his quickened pace never faltering.

Seemingly entranced by the sight of him, a familiar voice presents itself in your head.

“Are you just gonna stand there, staring at me?” He channels to you.

“Come here.”