𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬

[29]

Two of hearts

29

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In the well-equipped gym, Y/n faced off against Midnight in a private training session. The room echoed with the rhythmic thud of footsteps on the padded floor and the occasional clink of equipment. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the gym, intensifying the focused atmosphere.

Midnight, dressed in her hero costume, wielded her signature whip with an air of confidence. Y/n, though still recovering from recent injuries, stood ready for the challenge. The weight of the gym's atmosphere seemed to mirror the gravity of her recent encounters with the Hero Killer.

The two engaged in a carefully choreographed dance, each movement deliberate and calculated. Y/n, mindful of her limitations, dodged and weaved, displaying a remarkable level of agility. Midnight, ever the seasoned hero, adjusted her tactics on the fly, ensuring the training remained both challenging and safe.

Y/n moved with a grace that belied the intensity of her focus. Flames danced at her fingertips, responding to her every command. She approached the sparring with a strategic mindset, anticipating Midnight's movements rather than merely reacting. The glow of the flames cast a flickering light on her determined expression, revealing a profound shift in her approach.

The rhythmic clash of fire and whip echoed through the gym as Y/n expertly evaded Midnight's calculated strikes. The dance of flames continued, casting dynamic shadows on the walls as the two engaged in a captivating display of combat.

"So—" Y/n huffed, sidestepping a whip lash. "What's the deal with you and my mom?"

Midnight's movements remained focused and precise, seamlessly transitioning from offence to defence. "Your mother was my lawyer a few years back," she replied, her tone measured. "But I don't see how that's relevant to our current situation."

Y/n, however, wasn't satisfied with the vague response. "Don't play coy. There's tension between you two, and I want to know why."

Midnight cracked her whip, forcing Y/n to backpedal. "Some things are better left in the past. Focus on the fight at hand."

Y/n, undeterred, retaliated with a burst of flames, creating a temporary barrier between them. "I can handle the fight. Now, spill it. Why the tension?"

Midnight's composure wavered as Y/n's persistent inquiries pushed her buttons. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, and she adjusted her stance, seemingly struggling to maintain the fluid grace that characterized her movements.

"You really don't know when to quit, do you?" Midnight snapped, her whip striking with slightly less precision.

Y/n seized the opportunity, evading Midnight's attack and sending a controlled burst of flames in her direction. "Not until I get answers," she retorted, her eyes ablaze with determination.

The flames danced around Midnight, casting an orange hue on her frustrated expression. "Your mother... she betrayed my trust," she finally confessed, her voice tinged with bitterness. "She sided with someone else, abandoning the principles we once shared."

As Midnight spoke, Y/n noticed a subtle shift in her fighting style. The whip, once an extension of her will, now cracked with less finesse. The frustration that fuelled her words seemed to bleed into her movements, making her vulnerable to Y/n's strategic strikes.

The revelation fuelled Y/n's determination, and she continued to manipulate the flames with precision, exploiting the cracks in Midnight's defence. "That's it? That's why you two can't stand each other?"