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It’s training day again and Kazuo and Alex walk out from the main hub to the honeycomb of popular training rooms packed with hunters in each room, either practicing alone or sparring with each other.
Alexander had made sure to book a spot this time as last week Kazuo insisted he could handle it and… they had to train on the open community fields instead.
“What’s your code again Romanov?” Kazuo asked impatiently, already jogging a few paces ahead of his sleepy training partner.
“It’s only four digits, are you honestly that dim-witted?”
“Uhh is that rhetorical or do you want me to respond-“ Alex cuts him off
“1595. remember it next time.”
“Yes yess ok momm~” Kazuo’s sarcasm is cut off abruptly when he feels a smack to the back of his head, and Alex walks past the taller man into their newly unlocked practice room.
“Eyyy! It’s pretty nice in here!” Kazuo’s head whips around the room, his expression bright like a puppy Alex can’t help but think in his head.
“-Way more spacious than I thought! And you can’t even hear the sparring from the rooms bordering us, nice!” Kazuo continues his appreciative examination of the room, making comments on which weights he’d like to try, asking Alex if he designed the wooden training weapons too and other chatter while Alex retreats to the back corner and follows him with his eyes, completing small leg stretches and wrapping his hands in the provided mesh tape.
“Mm-hm, they waste no expense on ensuring hunters stay at their peak performance in this academy, shock absorption in the flooring, room temperature controls for simulating different weathers and wind speeds, along with thoroughly soundproofed walls, which means no one’s gonna hear a thing when I make you scream~”
Kazuo’s eyes whip over to Alex who’s now leaning lazily against an equipment shelf eying him. He knows that statement could easily be referring to fighting, yet Kazuo still feels flustered at the suggestive undertones. Before he could muster a retort, Alex continues.
“How have you never seen inside of one of these before? We’ve been on site quite a while and you haven’t explored its facilities?” Alex brushes his dove coloured hair away from his face and into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck, securing it with a hair tie previously held between his teeth.
“Oh yeah! I forgot, someone barely knew how to book themselves a room, no wonder that genius can’t even walk himself around the campus”
“-wait why did you even wrap your hands up huh?” Kazuo cuts in, interrupting Alex from verbally beating him up any further.
“I thought your arms were cybernetic? You can’t really injure your hand if you don’t have bones in it” He says, tilting his head in confusion. They’ve made their way to the middle of the training room now when Alex responds with a shrug, getting in a sparring crouch.
“Aesthetics”