Roundhouse;
When Zhixin woke up this morning he didn’t realize he would be overriding his daily schedule of school work and listless wandering with borderline obsessive physical conditioning but maybe that’s what happens when he doesn’t put the effort into actually addressing the underlying cause. Truthfully, he would rather go through hundreds of days punishing himself with extended periods of testing his endurance and stretching himself as thin as humanly possible than admitting that he’s lost his emotional footing and the people he loved, and it all happened in such an alarmingly short amount of time that he’s sort of spinning out in this mental whiplash hell he can’t seem to escape unless he’s hyper-fixating on something. The sandbag swings back and forth like a pendulum, echoing in the small facility as if to emphasize how quiet it’s been since he walked in. It’s been months since his best friend’s parents picked up the pieces of him that trailed in with the news of their fallen child, months since the Jin clan made sense of the rest, and he’s still very notably avoided when using the spaces meant for him, but not really him. They were made for the hunter he failed, and if he were more optimistic he would take comfort in the idea of following in the same steps of the friend he lost, but he’s never been so blindly self-soothing. He was never supposed to be here and he knows it just as well as all of the other hunters who eye him on their way out. Skepticism is a universal language. He doesn’t blame them for feeling that way, knows that if he were in their shoes he would probably feel the same. That doesn’t make it sting any less when he hears the latch of the facility doors close again, and the first thought that crosses his mind is that it’s yet another hunter on their way out, probably far too ready to avoid the awkwardness of training next to someone they hardly know.
But his eyes are closed and he’s on his palms when it happens, suspending his weight over his head, so it’s really hard to distinguish if he’s hearing footsteps after or his own heartbeat in his ears, while trying to fight against the sway of gravity. @feyhyeseong