“why do you have that look on your face?”
✉ 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 > @lightnwield , accepting .
Cassie stood a few steps away from him in the training room, late afternoon light from the high windows stretching across the mats in long pale bars. She’d been running drills for a while but had now stopped, tightening the strap on her wrist guard.
Her hair had slipped loose from its tie, golden locks clinging to the back of her neck. Kon sat on the edge of the mat near the equipment rack, elbows resting loosely on his knees. He hadn’t meant to stare. At least not at first.
It had started with watching how she moved. Every strike clean. Every shift of her weight deliberate. Somewhere along the way he’d stopped pretending he was studying technique. Kon shrugged, a small half-smile tugging at his mouth. ❝ I'm just looking at you. ❞
