Who We Are (A Zodiac Story)

Flashback: CAPRICORN (3)

Disclaimer: *All flashbacks are written in 3rd Person*

FLASH = Time Skip

*...Capricorn and Libra's 1st training session*

"Ready?" Capricorn asks as he slowly peels off his uniform shirt. The black tank top he wore underneath clings to his frame, accentuating every toned curve.

Libra's breath catches in her throat as she drinks in the sight, her eyes tracing the defined contours of his body, a faint blush coloring her delicate cheeks. "Y-yeah," she breathes, her voice tinged with a hint of breathlessness.

"Alright," Capricorn smirks, with a swift motion, he conjures a wooden staff in his hands, swinging it around effortlessly before settling into a powerful, confident combat stance. "Show me what you got."

Libra feels flustered, her normally sharp focus wavering as she struggles to keep her eyes off Capricorn's enthralling physique. Nervously, she gets into her own stance, her delicate brow furrowed in concentration. Gathering her wits, she lunges forward, her movements lithe and agile.

But Capricorn is too quick, stomping the ground with a thunderous impact that causes Libra to lose her footing and trip. As she begins to fall, he surges forward, pressing his broad palm firmly against her back and sending her crashing harder to the ground with a dull thud.

"You said you'd go easy on me," Libra groans, rising from the floor and brushing the dirt from her uniform.

"I am going easy," Capricorn chuckles, the deep rumble of his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Come on, I know you can do better than that."

Libra takes a deep, steadying breath, clapping her hands together and unleashing a massive surge of air that rushes towards Capricorn in a powerful wave. Reacting with lightning-fast reflexes, he breaks the earth, summoning a towering wall to counter her attack.

But Libra is undeterred, leaping over the barrier with graceful precision. Her movements are timed flawlessly as she sends two airwaves in rapid succession, the blasts of compressed air streaking toward Capricorn's chest.

Capricorn chuckles, regaining his stance and swinging his staff in a flurry of strikes. Libra just barely dodges them all, until she's backed into a wall, with no other option. Thinking quickly, she sends a punch in his direction, but Capricorn catches her arm, slamming it against the wall. His large frame looms over her, his muscular body trapping her with nowhere to escape. She can feel the heat radiating off of him, his deep, steady breaths brushing against her flushed skin.

Capricorn's grip on her arm tightens, his calloused fingers caressing her wrist. He leans in, his face mere inches from hers, and Libra finds herself captivated by the intensity smoldering in his dark, hooded eyes.

"You're never making it past Rank #33 with that strategy," he murmurs, his voice low as he shakes his head. Libra can practically taste his words on her lips, her heart racing as she fights to maintain eye contact. Capricorn releases his grip on her arm, and Libra crosses her arms in a futile attempt of defiance. Regardless, Libra can feel the sheer power radiating from his body and it sends tingles of anticipation down her spine.

"You're supposed to be teaching me, not criticizing," Libra manages to reply, her voice barely above a whisper. She dares a glance at his lips, the temptation to close the scant distance between them almost overwhelming.

Capricorn steps back, reaching down to retrieve a towel and water bottle from his bag. He wipes the glistening sweat from his brow, taking a long, refreshing sip from the bottle before turning his attention back to Libra.

"Why aren't you using your star power?" Capricorn asks out of curiosity.

Libra shifts on her feet, trying to steady her racing heart. "I don't see how speed would work in close combat," she admits, moving to sit on a nearby bench with her shapely legs crossing as she folds her arms in a defensive posture.