8 Letters and a Lot of Bullets

Settling In

A/N: Shoutout to blursquid for the awesome art I totally didn't steal          

One long night of stressing and three seasons of walking dead later, you still had no idea what you really felt about her. Sure, on one hand, she was cute, played video games, and seemed friendly enough, but on the other hand, she was a counterterrorist who was presumable way out of your league. What the hell you guys had only talked once, how would you ask her out? If you did anyway...

Your phone buzzed with a text from Masaru

Are you gonna show up?

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Training bouta start

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Training starts in 5

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Yeah idiot

                                                                                             God damn it b down in 5

You shut off your phone and looked for some clothes. 'Oh right, I didn't bring anything here...' you realized you only had a few pairs of sweatpants and some t-shirts as well as a jacket provided to you by Rainbow. You went to the bathroom of your dorm and stared at yourself through the double wide mirror. You could see who had which side of the tan marble countertop with two sinks. One side was littered with cosmetics and beauty products, while on the other space was only occupied by a can of axe and some hair spray. You washed your face with some borrowed acne wash, gotta watch out for breakouts. You did your hair a bit in f/hs (favorite hairstyle) and noted to yourself to get your own things again. You ran out of your form after you brushed your teeth and were on your way to the gym. As you got closer to the door you were met with an aroma of sweat and the sound of punching and grunts. You stepped foot into the gym only to duck under a flying object neo style. You looked to your left to see the flying punching bag hit the wall.

Zofia: "Oh my god I am so sorry I just hit it too hard and-"

You: "Hey, hey chill it's fine. Good punch."

Zofia: "thanks, that was a pretty good dodge."

You: "Well you know I just saw it and-"

Dokkaebi: How the hell did you just do that?!" (She says, in both an amazed and flirtatious tone.)

You: "honestly no idea, guess video games do help reflexes." 

She laughed and put her hand on your shoulder. Out of instinct, you flexed your bicep and pec muscles. 'Holyshitwhatdoidoshesleaningonmeisthatasignahhdontmakeitawkward' Your mind raced to just keep you calm. It didn't work so well. 

Dokkaebi: "mmmm your feeling good today."She looked up at you and winked. Your heart literally melted and your cheeks literally caught on fire you blushed so hard. 

You: "That's why I'm here and not in my bed."

She laughed even more and gave you the cutest look you have seen in a long ass time. She dropped her hand off your shoulder and you both looked around awkwardly, thinking of something to say before the situation got too awkward. There weren't too many people in the gym, it was surprisingly small for a military. A track taking up most of the gym encircled two martial arts octagons. The walls were floor to ceiling black, with one wall covered in mirrors. By the entrance where you were, a few sets of rowers and treadmills were set up, along with a few racks of dumbbells and weights.