#[[ technically an open thread if someone rly wants to interrupt pff ]]

[ua-monoma]

.03.04.

[After hours.

He’s the only one in the gym. The sound of panting and the smack of flesh is loud and harsh against his ears. His heart screams in his chest, beating faster and faster with every slam.

Another hard smack. The punching bag clangs loudly, shuddering on its chains like it wants to give way. Blood spatters over the blue rubber, pounded into place. His knuckles scream with his heart, raw from hours of work. He doesn’t stop. His body twists next into a fierce kick, sending the bag rocking wildly, screeching as it sways.

It sounds like screams. It sounds like the familiar sound of someone shrieking.

Don't you want to take out everything you've been feeling on them...

He twists, hair whipping to his face fast as he kicks again, disgust and rage and rage making every hit that much harder. His thoughts, his body, his everything, just - screams.]