Rhane tossed him a pair of iron weights which landed with a bone-jarring thud.
"Yes sir..." Victor muttered while strapping them on.
As he began his laps, sweat poured within the first few steps. The weights were no joke since they were four times his usual amount.
His calves and each breath felt like fire. Somewhere along the second lap, Rylan jogged beside him, light on his feet as always despite the weight.
"Late today, Victor?"
"Assignment," Victor puffed. "General Studies. Didn't sleep in two days."
Rylan blinked. "Oh, that? I finished it a week ago. You should've asked me. I'd have let you copy."
Victor stumbled mid-step. "You—what?! Damn you, Kairo!"
Rylan laughed and patted his shoulder. "Should've asked."
After morning routine, completely drenched in sweat and dragging his legs, Victor made it to the lecture halls. The first class of the day? General Studies.
Fantastic.
