#aestheticly pleasing

“Ugh, Leo, I’m so sore. Can we take a time-out?”

You dropped your training weapon slightly, breathing heavily as your exhausted body practically begged for mercy. Your muscles burned from the relentless sparring, and you were pretty sure you could feel every single bruise forming.

Leonardo straightened to his full height, looking down at your small, exhausted figure. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths, though, unlike you, he looked nowhere near as tired.

With a dirty side smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, he slowly sheathed his katanas.

“You’ll never improve if you keep taking breaks,” he uttered, a small hint of humour in his voice.

You groaned, dropping down onto one knee to catch your breath. “God, I would so rather be playing League right now,” you laughed out between breaths.

Leonardo did a double take almost immediately. He slowly turned his head back toward you. “…What was that?”

You looked up at him, completely oblivious to the sudden change in his expression. “I’d rather be playing League of Legends right now. It’s a ga—”

BOOM.

Before you could finish your sentence, Leonardo's leg shot out with rough force, sending you straight into the brick lining of the lair. You hit the wall with a loud thud, sliding down it in complete shock. For a moment, there was nothing but silence.

Leonardo stood there, staring at you with an expression of pure disgust. “PATHETIC…”

He shook his head slowly, as though he had just witnessed something deeply disturbing. “I won’t be caught dead training a League of Legends enjoyer…”

He turned around and began walking away, already planning to sanitize himself heavily after this fearful encounter with a League player in the wild.

You slowly lifted your head from where you sat against the brick wall. “LEO, YOU JUST KICKED ME INTO A WALL!”

“You deserved it.”