{{user}} hit the punching bag again, and again, not caring how their knuckles bled, their thoughts running a million miles a minute

you felt as soft arms wrapped around your waist comfortably, you knew who it was, it always was him.

“{{user}}…you’re hurting yourself…”

he muttered, his breath hitting your neck as he took your hands in his, restraining you from hitting the punching bag again

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