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You had a tendency to take things too far thanks in part to a piss-poor sense of self-care and an alarmingly quick temper. It was no surprise then that training exercises turned a little, should I say, violent.
What was supposed to be a simple round of sparring with one of the troopers took a very sharp turn on the serious side. You had struck the trooper hard on the shoulder, rousing his own temper. From there it escalated to a level no one expected. The exercise turned into a full on scuffle, both of you determined to prove your strength and strike the other down.
The two of you moved with grace and fury, striking at each other with the force of beasts. You managed to land several hits on the trooper’s back and abdomen before he retaliated and drove his the head of his spear straight into your shoulder.
You cried out in pain and collapsed to your knees, clutching at the wound with your gloved hand. Blood seeped out of your uniform, staining the tips of your fingers. Most people would have given up, would have realized things had been taken too far. But not you. The injury fueled a raging fire inside that only the satisfaction of spilling blood could tame.
You growled and leapt to your feet, ignoring the burning pain in your shoulder. Before you could lunge for your opponent, however, a booming voice echoed through the room.
“Enough!”
You froze and looked over in the doorway to find the looming, masked figure of Kylo Ren staring down you and your opponent. Ren stalked forward and pointed at the trooper across from you. “You. Get out.”
The trooper neither hesitated nor asked a single question but rather chose the wisest course of action and bolted from the room, leaving you and the Commander alone. You narrowed your eyes at him. It was unlike the great saber-wielding Kylo Ren to take any sort of interest in the goings-on of First Order troopers, let alone a measly training session.
“What are you doing here?”
Unsurprisingly, Ren ignored the question. “You’re injured,” he noted, voice as monotone and muffled behind the mask as usual.
You rolled your eyes. “Yes, and I would have gotten redemption for it too if you had minded your own business,” you quipped.
“You should see a medic.”
A huff of laughter escaped your throat at that. The mighty Kylo Ren was telling you to see a medic? It was too entertaining to believe. “I’m not weak, Ren,” you replied, “Besides, this is nothing.”
You made a move to pass him by, only to have him grab you by the forearm and yank you backward, eliciting a moan of discomfort from you in response to the sharp pain in your shoulder.
“You’re right,” Ren responded in a surprisingly sarcastic tone, “It’s clearly nothing.”
You let out a stubborn sigh and yanked free of his grasp, managing to only grimace at the discomfort brought upon your body by the action. “Fine.”
You made your way toward the exit and down the hall only to soon discover the Commander was tailing you. You stopped. “What are you doing?”
“Ensuring that you do as I’ve requested.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Why do you care?”
There was a long pause following your question, one that was almost uncharacteristic of him. It was almost as if he was…hesitating.
“I don’t,” he said suddenly, grabbing you by your uninjured arm, “Now quit wasting my time.”
He quickly dragged you down to the infirmary where a nurse was ready to greet you as you entered. When she spotted Kylo Ren, however, her eyes went wide and her lax posture was quickly forgotten. “C-Commander! What can I help you wi-”
“Treat her,” he ordered sharply as he pushed you forward.
“Of course, sir!” The nurse nodded and rushed forward to help you to one of the private beds. You were surprised yet again to find that Ren, rather than choosing to go about his business, followed you into the room and stood in the corner to watch over the process.
“The doctor will be in in just a moment,” the nurse said to you before dipping out and leaving you alone with the Commander once again.
“What are you, a puppy or something? Didn’t think you’d find my daily routine interesting enough to investigate let alone follow me around.”
“I have nothing better to do.”
“Right.” You laughed and shook your head in disbelief. “What better way to spend your day than watching someone get stabbed and stitched back up. Y’know what? It does suit you.”
You saw Ren’s gloved hand ball into a fist. Oh good, he was annoyed now.
“If you’re going to strangle me, please do so before the nurse comes back so I can have her tend to my collapsed trachea as well,” you said scathingly.
There was a sudden movement but, unlike you guessed, it wasn’t Kylo Ren rushing forward to obliterate you. Instead, he reached up and pulled his helmet off, revealing a surprisingly gentle and – dare you say it – handsome visage. Your eyes widened. So this was what Kylo Ren really looked like.
“You’re a fool,” Ren murmured as he placed his helmet on the foot of the bed.
You cocked your brow. “For testing your patience?”
“For misjudging my intent.”
You blinked. His intent? Wait… Had he actually ventured down to the training room just to see you? The thought made your heart skip a beat. Was Kylo Ren…into you? A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth.
“With all due respect, Commander Ren, you are absolute shit at flirting,” you teased. His brow raised ever so slightly. “But I’ll let you keep trying.”
Just as you were certain you were witnessing the mighty Kylo Ren blush, one of the doctors dipped into the room. “Let’s get started, shall we?