Shifting [Kylo Ren x Reader]

10- Real

You woke up the next morning with a refreshed sense of curiosity. Having seen Kylo and successfully spoken to him about the connection you have, you wanted to explore it. You wanted to see what would happen if you tested yourself, and in a sense, Kylo as well.

You laid in bed for two hours, waiting. You waited for the anger to come, like it usually did. You knew by now that it was Kylo's, but you didn't know why you felt it, or what to do with it. So, after two hours of sitting in bed, you felt it. You felt his anger start as a spark in the pit of your stomach and slowly build to a fire- waiting to be harnessed. When you felt the increasingly familiar emotion, you smiled. You hopped out of bed and changed into your workout gear, got into your car, and drove to the gym. On your way, you called Tim and let him know you wanted to meet.

Over the last few sessions you had with him, he'd mentioned how impressed he was that you were able to learn so quickly. It made your chest swell with pride when he praised you, even though you felt like he might be exaggerating.

Tim was waiting for you at the front desk and walked you to the training room you'd started to become comfortable with. As he led you through the beginning stretches, you kept your eyes closed and focused on the anger you felt. You pictured the anger as it started to take shape in your mind as a spiraled ball of energy and you felt yourself start to reach out to it.

'Please... ' You thought to yourself. 'Let me use you.'

It was a request that you thought was a long shot but none the less, you felt the spiraled ball drift closer to you, allowing you to utilize it. The closer it got to your mind's eye, the more you felt the spiral begin to unravel as a warmth spread through your body. When you opened your eyes, Tim was looking at you with lifted eyebrows.

"Why are you smiling?" He asked. "Does the stretch feel that good?"

You chuckled at him. Despite the anger you felt, you felt a sense of excitement and curiosity. What would this borrowed feeling allow you to do?

Shaking your head, you replied to Tim, "Nah, I'm just excited to finally kick your ass." Tim laughed and got into the proper stance, gesturing for you to do so as well. As you did, his smile only widened.

"Bring it on, then." He spoke your name softly. He'd trained you a couple times since your initial visit, but this was the first time he felt that you had control over whatever was going on inside of you. He was pretty happy with how far you'd come in the number of times he'd trained you, but he could tell today would be different. He decided he wouldn't hold his punches this time.

Before Tim could move, you broke your stance and made the first move by starting a slow walk around him- much like he had the first time you met with him. He chuckled and humored you by watching you circle him. You continued to pace in a ready stance, looking for an open spot- but you could feel the hesitation he had that was growing inside of him. It made you smirk. You'd never felt that before.

When Tim saw you smirk, his eyes widened, and his stance weakened. You saw this as your opening and went to strike his left side with a flat hand, but he was able to block it- leaving his right side completely open. The both of you made eye contact and you moved your knee to connect with his open side, but he was able to move back from you before you could make contact. Tim exhaled sharply in surprise; you really didn't come to play today.

"I'm surprised." He said, getting back into his ready stance.

"About what?" You asked. "You should be proud; your student is about to become your teacher."

"We'll see about that." He laughed, moving forward to launch his own attack. You watched as he moved like he was going to hit your neck, but something told you he'd try to swipe your legs out from under you- so you decided to jump up and block his hands from making any contact with you. When Tim moved to kick under you, he was surprised to see that you'd already anticipated it and dodged it with great timing. When he stood up, he cocked his head to the right and cracked his knuckles, preparing to go again.