𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢𝗫𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 ➵ 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈

05.

HAPPY 1K READS HEHE.

Don't forget to Vote and Comment! You guys could also follow me to see more updates about this story!

Happy readings, mwa!

- - -

"Hibino Kafka failed." Putting down the wooden sword — a bokken — on the ground of the training room when you heard someone spoke from the door. You hum as you turn around, seeing Hoshina leaning on the door frame, his arms cross over his chest and he is wearing his black shirt that he often wear during training.

The black shirt completely hugged his body... Rather too tightly.

"Well, it's already a given." You muttered, stretching your head from side to side as you tore your gaze off of him. "He did get a zero on the aptitude test and he ranked the lowest on the fitness test." Now doing a side stretch, eyeing yourself on the mirror as you do so and you caught him glancing on your form and the clothes you're wearing.

You were just wearing a high-waisted leggings that makes you move freely, especially when you're trying to do some splits. And for the top, it was a breathable tank top, there was a tube underneath the top. Your hair is tied up in a high ponytail, some strands framing your face and there was few trails of sweat that drip down your cheeks.

"But he has potential, don't you think?" Hoshina went towards the bench, he has his training blades behind him that is tuck in his sheath that's neatly sitting on his back. "I guess so." You muttered lowly, picking up your bokken after you had finished stretching and began taking small steps in approaching where he is.

"Also, he is one funny guy!" A laugh had escaped his voice box when he said that, remembering the times he had laugh yesterday because of the said guy. "Is that why you took him in?" Hoshina's laugh died down, brushing his bangs up as he stared at you, an amuse smirk plastered on his face.

"So you already knew, huh." You just nodded at him, taking a sit next to where he is still standing. He unsheathing his training blades and twisting his wrist as he stared at the dull blades. "Yeah, Ashiro already gave me the summary of your guys' meeting about the cadets." He just let out a hum at your words.

"We need a guy like him on our unit." He hold his blade just like he normally do it, he had them backhanded as the blades was facing out. "He helped the other examinees by locating the Yojus' weak spots." Hibino Kafka did helped the other cadets during the exam, he know their weaknesses because of his past experience in the cleaning company that cleans the messes of the Defense Force.

"Anyway," he flipped his blade and had the pointy tip be pointed at you. "Since we're both in our training attire and is equipped with our training gears..." You already knew what he would say so you flash him a smile, staring at your wooden sword before picking it up and looked back at him.

"Want to have a spar with me?" He hum, waiting for you to accept his invitation. Standing up from your sitting position, you grip the handle of the bokken and let it rest on your shoulders. "Sure!" You beam at him, you already knew how the battle would go and the result was already layed out flat for you.

"Please go easy on me, Hoshina."

. . .

Striding down the hallway of the Third Division Unit's base, your feet felt heavy as they landed on the cold, hard floor. Each step seemed to carry the weight of the problem you're carrying on your back. Your hands were clenched into tight fists, nails digging into your palms with intensity. A shaky sigh escaped your lips, and your brows furrowed in a deep frown, reflecting the storm of emotions swirling inside of you. Your breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly as you fought to maintain control.