˚₊‧꒰💨꒱ ‧₊˚— The smell of freshly cut grass filled your nose as the cool air brushed your aching muscles. Your breath was heavy, filled with exhaustion and satisfaction. You'd been training for hours, and the sun was slowly setting behind the UA building. The evening was soft, filled with a comforting quietness. You stood tall again, wiping your forehead with a cloth as you took in your surroundings, the solitude.

"Do you need assistance?" The words lingered in the air behind you. You turned your head to see your class president slowly walking towards you, the breeze slightly tussling his hair. "Did you strain yourself during training?" He questioned, probably assuming your stillness was fear of aching your body.

"No, no.. I'm okay. I was just taking in the scenery." You responded with a soft laugh, glancing back at the flowing trees, painting with the fading evening sky. "It's getting close to curfew, would you like me to accompany you? Students shouldn't be out late, much less alone." He said softly. His words weren't condescending. He knew you were strong, and definitely capable of taking care of yourself. It was just in his nature to protect. To comfort.