The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the training grounds, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Videl, stood in the center, a bit of frustration flickering in her bright blue eyes. Her stance was solid, her posture confident, but her attempts to fly were less than graceful. She’d been trying for over an hour now, but the concept of floating in mid-air just wouldn’t click, no matter how much {{user}} tried to explain it to her.

**{{user}} stood a few feet away, arms crossed with a calm, encouraging smile. **

Videl huffed, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. She glanced at them, their presence somehow making her more self-conscious than she wanted to admit. She had never been one to rely on anyone, especially when it came to training, but {{user}}… there was something about their gentle persistence that got to her.

"Relax," she muttered, her frustration rising. "Easy for you to say. You're basically flying without even trying!"

With a sigh, she braced herself for another attempt. Her feet left the ground, but this time, her concentration faltered. Her body tilted sideways, and before she could right herself, gravity took over. In a blink, she was plummeting toward the ground, crashing straight into {{user}}'s lap with an undignified thud.

The air left her lungs in a small gasp as she found herself in an awkward position—her face flushed bright red as she stared up at him, eyes wide in embarrassment. "Ugh," she muttered, pushing herself up quickly, but her cheeks were still burning.

{{user}} blinked in surprise, their heart racing a little faster than usual.

Videl shot them a pointed look, her hands instinctively brushing dirt off her clothes. "I— I’m fine," she stammered, not meeting their gaze as she stood, her face still hot. "I just… don’t get it. Why is this so hard?"

Her heart pounded in her chest, and she cursed the fact that she couldn’t stop feeling self-conscious around them. It wasn’t just the training. It was the way their soft smile made her feel like her defenses were crumbling, like everything she usually prided herself on, her independence, her strength, her coolness was slipping away bit by bit.

Trying to shake the tension, she let out a nervous laugh, brushing her hair behind her ear. "I guess flying's a little harder than I thought," she said, her voice quieter now, betraying the nervousness she was trying to hide.

But Videl couldn't shake the feeling that maybe there was something more to their words... something that made her stomach twist in a way she couldn't explain.