{Fire's POV}
I walk into the basement with Moose. He was going to train me for an upcoming battle at school.
"So, this is your basement, huh?" I asked. Moose nodded.
"I've got everything you need for training, which isn't much," he replied, turning to the center of the basement.
All that sat there was a few dummies and a fire extinguisher, of course.
"This is all you'll need." I nod and head over to the center, a few feet away from the dummies but where I was facing them.
"Alright, Fire, you ready?" Moose asked. I nod and my hands begin to light up.
Fireballs hover over my palms, becoming as big as I wanted.
Silently, I threw a fireball and it knocked over one of the dummies. Scratch that. It abolished the dummy.
"Way to go, Fire!" Moose cheered me on.
I smile.
We did a few more tests until Moose had to check how warm I was getting, determining whether we should keep going or not.
Somehow, somehow, he fell and he was on top of me. I felt our lips brush against each other's. We both blushed.
"You know, if you just wanted to say I love you, you could've told me. I don't bite," I joked, walking away.
Moose was left there, embarrassed, but not complaining whatsoever.
I'm not putting Kitty in here anymore unless I absolutely have to.
