a helping hand, taeyeon.
He’s got to say, he quite enjoys physical fitness. He had hated it with a passion initially, but only because he had thought that the many mutants of Xavier’s far exceeds his skills in terms of running, climbing or using their sheer strength in general. But that’s the thing about the world; it generates stereotypes, and mutants naturally gaining physical strength is something Eggsy had believed to be true for the longest time; that is, until he actually observes the majority of the students in this class.
And from his observation, he concludes one thing: most of them are struggling.
It makes sense, he muses, that mutants who relied heavily on their abilities to get by would deem physical strength unnecessary, so much so that he almost kicks himself for overestimating the gifts that mutants have. While Eggsy has no such enhanced strength or stamina, he’s beginning to realise that being in such a neighbourhood as the one he lived in, as well as the fact that his power is hardly the most bizarre—and could honestly pass for something quite human—has earned him a better than average build and stamina.
So Eggsy begins to like this class again, only because he can best most of the girls and guys he believes are gifted with a greater, more useful power than he. It’s nice, in a way, to have physical proof of being better than them in some way. So today, when they’re asked to take five laps around a two hundred metre course, Eggsy assumes his position without complaint. When the training starts, Eggsy knows to pace himself, tsking at the few who decides to sprint and use all their energy first. He’s on his third lap, sweat starting to soak his sleeveless gym shirt, when he spots her; the girl who he is so sure was behind him before, but is now seemingly in front. But there’s no way he can possibly be behind her, not when it’s almost effortless to catch up to her. And when he angles his head to discreetly look at her, he realises that she looks haggard, hair a mess and sweat coating her features. Slowing down for her to keep up, he stupidly asks, “are you alright?”
Because if her sluggish exterior isn’t screaming for help, then her pale lips should.
(Well, no one ever said Eggsy’s the most observant guy.)