Scott McCall Appreciation + being a true alpha
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Scott McCall Appreciation + being a true alpha
Preparations
After the incident that resulted in Stiles' neck injury and the apology that took place in his suite, Scott made himself scarce amongst the complex. He didn't even go to the mess hall for meals, much to what he was certain was Stiles' annoyance. He found an old gym, unused for who knows how long after the advent of a more sophisticated training center. He basically lived there, having Stiles' high calorie content meals sent to his room.
If Stiles was going to force him to gain weight, then gain weight he would. Maybe it was penance, of sorts, for what he'd done to Stiles. He could jump through a few hoops in order to be a pilot again.
He didn't even bother with going through with the threat of holding a session with his potential copilots. He wanted to be at his best when he saw them fight, anyway. Before the drift, he had to be certain that he would end up with someone who could hold their own against someone who could and had killed a Kaijuu in the past, against him.
And that meant turning his emaciated form into something that could once again kill a Kaijuu. Thinking fondly of how much he used to hate them, he picked up Derek's old training routines. Several times, he worked himself into throwing up, pushing too hard with Derek's voice always pushing him harder. Like right now, as he did pull-ups, counting softly to himself in the deserted room. "187…188…"
You go baBY BOY!
And this is why This is why we fight
awww yes
come on scott
thATS MY BABY
THATS MY BOY