The ocean, the sparkling waves, the deep blue color that hides what some would call the beautiful mysteries of the deep, Leo hated it. He hated how big and open it was, he hated how you couldn’t see past certain points of it and he hated a massive chunk of the things that swam in it and called it his home. The beach however was another story. Not only was it an ok place to relax with the cool breeze and the warm sand combining in a perfect combination but it was a great place to train, it was that reason that had brought the young boxer there. He had heard through the grapevine that students used this beach to train and the old man was a fan of making Leo do beach road work back home, so it was no surprise the boxer ended up at what was currently his sand filled training area at the old man’s orders, bomber jacket tied around his waist as he made his way down the beach with rhythmic strides.

    That rhythm was interrupted as a scream pierced the air followed by more all over the beach, looking down the sandy stretch of land the speedster could see some kind of crab-like creature that was lifting itself out of the sand next to someone. “Always forward, never back” the old man’s words rang strongly through Leo’s mind as he rushed towards the creature as fast as his legs could carry him, dropping his shoulder and slamming into the side of the crustacean trying to knock it off balance. As he hopped backwards and entered his boxing stance he glanced towards the person who had been staring down the creature surprised to see a familiar face “Oh hey Momo enjoyin tha beach?” A confident smirk spread across his face.

    Leo walked into the building pausing a moment to take in his surroundings, the pillars of varying sizes filling the space, some already the home of other students training. It wasn’t surprising that he wasn’t the first one here, between his condition and having to go retrieve the training tool he would be using today from the old man it was expected. There were a few familiar faces amongst those who were already here along with some that the boxer didn’t know, he adjusted a large wooden spike hefted over his shoulder that the old man had sent him before moving towards an unoccupied spire.

    Once the speedster reached the spire he set the wooden spike down before pulling two smaller rocks over using them to prop the spike up so the pointed end rested against the large spire. Leo reached into his bomber jacket pocket and pulled out his hand wraps and tape and began to wrap his hands. The taping portion was tricky. Usually the old man did that part for him but after a few moments he was ready to go. With a deep breath he turned to the large wooden spike bringing his fists up below his eyes, his knuckles painting outward and entering his boxing stance. With a well practiced shift of his weight Leo slammed his fist into the back of the spike pulling back and repeating the action again with his other hand the wood creaked as a crack formed where the spike met the stone as the spike began its journey into the spire.

    Leo’s focus was interrupted as a voice called out dampening his runner’s high, Leo tried to fight off the sensation of his lowering endorphins as that strange sense of anger welled up inside him again “What tha hell does he want?! Can’t he see I’m in tha middle ah somethin. Tha old man would have my hide if he knew I was gettin distracted durin trainin, so focus up Leo'' It was an odd thing to have someone trying to interact with him during his training, the only people who he was used to doing that were the old man and the “proctors'' at the facility but even then the later was mostly machines or other prospects he was testing against. Strange still was even with his quirk inactive the speedster could feel his classmate closing the distance it was unsettling.

    Once more the Irishman called out to him the gap steadily closing until his classmate drew up to Leo’s side continuing their incessant questions “I heard ya tha first time, but if you haven’t noticed kind ah in the middle of somethin” He didn’t mean to sound annoyed but between the strange anger that bubbled somewhere deep down inside him and the interruption to his first run in an long time (as far as he could tell) the boxer couldn’t quite help it. “Doesn’t matter does it? Ya should focus on what’s infront of ya” Leo was warmed up turning back to the track in front of him he picked up his pace to his maximum unboosted speed attempting to put some distance between himself and his classmate trying to salvage what was left of his training time.

    Leo made his way once again through the expansive campus of UAU moving through the students who were making their way to their classes and those clumped along the paved path in small groups of friends. The heads of the students he passed turned and followed him on his journey some whispering how strange the boxer looked, he wore the bottom half of the UAU gym uniform with his beat up red converse carrying him steadily forward while the upper half of the speedster was wearing a black t-shirt covered by his signature bomber jacket. Luckily the whispers of the other students fell on deaf ears as Leo swiftly made his way towards the physical education grounds he was far too excited to listen. His destination was the tracks, it was road work day. Between moving into his dorm and starting classes the majority of Leo’s time had been taken up by school recently and this was the first time he could commit the day to going back to his own training.

    It didn’t take Leo very long (As far as he could tell) to reach the physical education grounds and from there it was no time at all to the tracks. The speedster dropped his bag at the side of the outside lane before stepping onto the track taking his bomber jacket off and securely tying it around his waist, gold and blue eyes locked onto the track in front of him intently as he leaned down and took a sprinter’s start. A smile spread across Leo’s face as excitement filled his eyes before launching forward out of his start beginning to tear around the track at about half speed the tiniest hint of buzzing tickling the back of his skull not noticing the time turning student at the nearby bleachers.

    Mismatched eyes of radiant gold and piercing blue scanned the face of the young man who had finally raised his head asking the giant who the mountain of burritos that had been deposited on the table were for. The back of Leo’s head buzzed as if a swarm of bees had taken up residence at the rear of his skull, it felt like he knew the young man from somewhere but he couldn’t remember from where. The more he tried to focus on where he knew the young man from the harder it was to figure out, like trying to remember a dream after waking up. Shaking his head the young boxer turned to look at the giant that had thrown burritos to the familiar telling everyone to feed themselves.

    “So if it ain’t drugs then what’s up with you? Because I couldn’t understand a word you just said” Leo had turned to look at the space cadet that had taken another bite of a burrito trying to put together what exactly she had said, he wasn’t even sure she would respond as it she seemed to go back into her own little world of…whatever was going on there. The one with wings spoke up next claiming that they were throwing a pity party and he was the guest of honor, he gave a slight chuckle “Pity? There ain’t nothin about me to pity but it’s always good to be the guest of honor” Leo walked over to the mound of food and grabbed a burrito pausing for a moment to reach into his pocket and pull out a pack of gum tossing it onto the table before tearing into the delicious smelling food “Old man always said to give as much as you take, it’s not a lot but it’s all I got on me.” ripping open the packaging the speedster took a large bite exhaling in satisfaction in the delicious food.