[Training] here’s to being imperfect

His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly

Blinding nerve pain gives way to the dull throb of half-dead muscle as you grit your teeth and allow yourself to be guided to the bench. It hasn't been this fucking bad in an ass's age, but then again, you haven't worked this hard to show off for a girl in more than a few years. And the cold doesn't help, even these objectively comfortable temperatures frigid to an island boy. What, did you think you were a gods-damned invincible teenager, that you didn't have to pay attention to the warning signs of your steadily decaying body? Zeph, you lolo. Gotta go back to thinking with your head and not your dick.

"'s fine," you growl, not angry so much as rather embarrassed. Still you do nothing else to protest, your tan face a little ashen beneath beading sweat. "Shouldn'a pushed it. Damn thing always acts up, this time'a year." Shrugging off your coat you clasp firmly over the brace, both to relieve the pain with pressure and to try to hide your mangled flesh a little longer from view.

past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind

zephyr