Troublemaker - Alhaitham x Reader x Cyno

Chapter 7

Music filled the air of your room, interrupted only by your fists landing on the leather of your punching bag. The sound both rhythmic yet disharmonious to the general atmosphere.

Thud.

"If you're going to be difficult, you'll give me no choice but to treat you like it."

Thud.

"Will you be good or do I have to drag you through the rest of the day cuffed?"

Thud.
Thud.

"Are you going to keep being a pain in the ass if it means losing whatever of that oh-so precious freedom and dignity you might have left?"

Thud.

"Answer. The. Question."

Thud.

Thud.

"Use your words."

Thud.
Thud.

Thud-

"Ugh!-" You yelled out, hitting the poor training equipment so hard it bounced off the other side, making you have to stop it before it hit your face on its way back, "damn it..."

Alhaitham's voice permeated your brain in all the worse ways. As you had suspected, the memories of your outing were hard to chase away.

"Archons, damn it!" You growled, placing your forehead against the abused material of the bag as you slowly slid to your knees. The sound of your punches was replaced by your shaky, exhausted breaths that made your entire body shiver with each exhale as your fatigue started catching up to you. Your muscles felt sore from how long you've been at this.

It's been over a week. A week and you couldn't forget a single damn word. If he was aiming to screw with your head, then he succeeded, a little too much for your taste.

Attempting to calm your breathing, you tried to tune out of your thoughts, focusing on the tunes coming out of the speakers placed around your room.

You seriously had to chill...

***

Thud.
Thud.

Unfortunately, your brain seemed to forget what the word 'chill' meant, forcing you to repeat the same cycle over and over and over.

Thud.

If the definition of insanity was to be believed, you must have dove off the sanity ledge a while back. Forcing yourself through the same motions every day until your body collapsed, giving you a merciful moment of respite.

Thud.
Thud.
Thud.

That is if you managed to fall into an exhausted, dreamless sleep. And that was a big IF.

Thud.

Thud-

"-(Y/N)..." You were suddenly brought out of your thoughts. The voice was distinctly different from the one that'd been haunting you for days, giving you a sign that you were, in fact, not imagining it this time.

You stopped mid swing, one of your fists lifted in the air, the other still in contact with the heavy bag.

"(Y/N)..." The voice repeated, making sure you were listening and not off in a training daze before stepping into your vicinity.

The sight of the man's long white hair made you release an involuntary sigh of relief as your assumptions were proven correct, "... Cyno."

"I'm not one to pry, but your recent behaviour is getting kind of concerning." While he was as deadpan and straightforward as always, there was indeed a hint of concern in his expression as he examined your current state, "... is there something on your mind?"