𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Best Things Always Happen| Smut

Leon's POV:

The rain hammers on the windows, so loud that the surveillance room's faint hum is drowned out by the downpour. I'd already explained to the higher ups how today's training exercise should've been postponed, but they'd dismissed me, arguing that I did my own training in the same conditions almost seven years ago. To them it didn't matter, but to me...maybe it mattered more than it should have. Maybe she mattered more.

I sigh, turning away from the darkened sky and occasional flash of lightening and back to the screens, which were set up all around the woods nearby. Each screen showed various parts of the woods, and occasionally a recruit or two would pop up, trembling from head to toe with teeth clenched and rain jackets soaked. The muddy battlefield was rough, especially with the heavy packs and poor visibility, I remember all too well the scrapes and dirtied clothes I'd suffered through in my own training.

I lean down, resting my palms on the screen stands before a familiar face catches my eyes. I see my own student, Y/N, running past the trees, breaths fluffing up in the air from the cool temperature. I frown, already my muscles tense up as some forbidden protective instinct rears its head. I scan the other screens, blocking out the murmurings of my colleagues and the higher ups as they question what's going on. I watch, seeing Y/N disappear behind some trees seconds before a group emerge.

Already, I know they're bad news. I've seen it myself, knowing that every year we get a group who think they're better than everyone else. Who are strong and capable, and complete assholes. My fingers curl into fists as the brief memories of Y/N's mysterious bruises and wobbling lip remind me of past questions. I always wondered why she seemed to avoid everyone else. Why she'd come to training limping. How I'd catch her up at night, unable to sleep and jumpy as hell when I caught her. I curse myself for not seeing the signs before, I'd been through it myself, so why didn't I catch onto the blatant bullying?

I look across the screens to find Y/N back in view, steps slowing as she doubles over and kneels in the muddy ground, hair free and undone from her hair tie. I lick my lips, unintentionally leaning closer to the screens as her raw beauty captivate me. I'm not supposed to feel this way about a student- however, she's only five or six years young than me, so it's not forbidden in that way- but it's more based on the silent rules. I'm an ex-government agent, stuck here in the middle of nowhere until my mind recovers from the events that unfolded in Spain. I shiver at the memories.

Y/N's head darts up on the screen, eyes wide as she looks around, the rain doesn't do much to help her navigate her enemy's whereabouts, but she still manages to stand on shaky legs and raise her chin in defiance, right as the pack of 'wolves' emerge. I clench my teeth, heart already racing but not in panic, it's from pure rage. I watch as the leader of the pack steps forwards, his height towers over my girl but she just looks up at him, standing her ground until in a flash he reaches out and grips her hair, yanking her forwards.

"You still haven't quit? Haven't given up even though you'll die before graduating?" The male sneers, Y/N winces but pulls away, stomping on his boot as he loosens just a little. She spins, throwing out a kick to his stomach as he doubles over but recovers swiftly. A small smile tugs my lips, I taught her that.

"Fuck. You." Y/N spits out, shrugging off her pack as thunder begins to boom, echoing in the sky like a falling building. The other bullies surround her, circling her as she worriedly swallows, it's a small tell, but I know Y/N well enough by now. Without warning, the leader attacks again, but this time the others join. My girl's outnumbered and weaker, what she lacks in strength she makes up for with intelligence, but being smart won't help her now. I growl, shoving away from the desk as the group pin her down in the mud, pressing her face to the floor as they try to drown her in a puddle.