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They trained until morning without realizing it.
That was not the plan.
Kayden had intended to give them a few hours of fundamentals, enough to establish the rhythm of his force control and test how their bodies responded. Then he would send them back upstairs, let Jiwoo sleep, let Asuka rest, and continue with a stricter routine the following night.
That had been the plan.
The Seo siblings, apparently, had other ideas.
Jiwoo kept asking to try again.
Asuka kept quietly correcting her own circulation until the movement of Kayden's force control became smoother and smoother inside her body.
And Kayden—
Kayden kept teaching.
Because every time he thought they were done, Jiwoo would grasp something he should not have understood yet, or Asuka would refine a concept after seeing it once, and Kayden's pride would demand he push further.
Not because he was enjoying it.
Obviously.
Only because his students were absurd, and absurd students required proper handling.
By the time Jiwoo's phone alarm rang, the basement light had gone pale and thin with morning.
Jiwoo froze mid-circulation.
The phone buzzed again.
His face drained of color.
"Oh no."
Kayden, perched on the crate with his tail wrapped around his paws, opened one eye.
"Do not tell me."
Jiwoo looked at the screen.
Then at Asuka.
Then at Kayden.
"I'm late."
Kayden closed his eyes.
Asuka, sitting beside him with her hair slightly mussed and her expression faintly groggy, said softly, "You are not late yet."
Jiwoo brightened.
"You have seventeen minutes."
Jiwoo's soul visibly left his body.
Then returned in panic.
"The cats!"
Kayden's eyes snapped open.
"School. You should be worried about school."
Jiwoo had already blurred toward the stairs.
Kayden shouted after him, "You are proving my point!"
Asuka rose slowly, cardigan slipping off one shoulder. She looked tired in the quiet way she did everything, but even now, energy moved beneath her skin with clean precision. Kayden could feel it.
His force control.
Her own force control.
Both running at once.
Not clashing.
Not replacing each other.
Layered.
Like she had taken his method, dissected it, folded it into the architecture of her own, and decided she would practice it passively while half-asleep.
Kayden stared at her.
"You're still circulating it."
Asuka blinked.
"Yes."
"You just trained all night."
"Yes."
"And you're still doing force control."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"It is easier to maintain than to restart."
Kayden stared at her.
"That is not how beginners talk."
"I am not quite a beginner."
"You learned it a few hours ago."
"Yes."
"That makes you a beginner."
Asuka considered this.
Then said, "Technically."
Kayden's eye twitched.
Technically.
Most awakeners had to sit down and meditate for hours to improve their control. They needed silence, posture, breathing, concentration. One break in rhythm and the circulation would collapse.
Asuka Seo was standing in a dusty basement after training all night, carrying a flashlight, looking like she might fall asleep against a wall, and still passively circulating two force control methods with almost no visible effort.
Kayden looked away.
"Built wrong," he muttered.
Asuka glanced at him. "What?"
"Nothing."
Upstairs, Jiwoo was apologizing to the cats while feeding them at a speed that, frankly, insulted the dignity of training.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know it's late, I promise I didn't forget, I was training, please don't be mad—"
Kayden climbed the stairs after Asuka.
The sight that greeted him in the apartment was exactly what he expected and somehow worse.
Jiwoo, still in his school uniform from yesterday because he had fallen asleep before changing, was frantically pouring food into bowls while the cats swarmed him like tiny, demanding judges.
The black cat meowed.
Jiwoo bowed.
"I know."
The tabby chirped.
"I'm sorry."
The grey scarred cat stared.
"I'm sorry to you too."
Kayden stared at him.
"You apologize to cats more sincerely than most people apologize before death."
Jiwoo turned, holding a scoop of cat food.
"Mr. Kayden, good morning."
"Do not good morning me. Go to school."
"Asuka, did you eat?"
Asuka was already tying his lunch bag closed.
"I will."
"Promise?"
"Yes."
Jiwoo looked suspicious.
Asuka looked back calmly.
He softened.
"Okay."
Kayden watched as she handed him his lunch, water bottle, and phone in one smooth motion.
Jiwoo took them with both hands.
"Thank you."
"You are welcome."
Then he was gone.
The door opened, closed, opened again because he forgot his homework, closed again, opened a final time because he wanted to say goodbye to the cats, and then finally shut.
Kayden stared at the door.
"He is hopeless."
Asuka leaned one hand briefly against the counter.
"He is kind."
"That is what I said."
Her mouth curved faintly.
Then she went to her tablet.
Kayden watched her settle at the kitchen table, open her online class, and begin taking notes.
Her eyes were slightly heavy.
Her posture was looser than usual.
But her energy?
Still moving.
Force control flowed through her body in a steady rhythm beneath the surface. Kayden's method ran in one layer, sharpening output, while her own stabilized and concealed it, wrapping the whole process in something so clean and quiet that an average awakener might not sense anything at all.
She answered a class question.
Typed notes.
Sipped tea.
Adjusted the energy around her core.
Fed the grey scarred cat a small portion of food.
Corrected a circulation route.
Scrolled through coursework she was apparently already weeks ahead on.
Kayden stared.
"Are you doing online class while practicing force control?"
Asuka looked up.
"Yes."
"That's inefficient."
"It is not."
"It should be."
"It is good practice."
Kayden opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Then walked away.
He was not dealing with that right now.
Jiwoo's school day felt longer than usual.
Mostly because he was very tired.
Not sleepy enough to regret training.
Never that.
His body ached faintly in places he hadn't realized could ache, and there was a strange warmth in his core now. Kayden's force control was different from Asuka's. Hers felt cool and steady, like a hand on his back reminding him not to overreach. Kayden's felt sharp, electric, almost impatient.
When Jiwoo focused, he could feel both.
Asuka's stabilizing flow.
Kayden's battle rhythm.
He smiled to himself during class, then immediately apologized when the teacher asked if something was funny.
By the time school ended, he had already decided he would get home quickly, help Asuka with dinner, feed the cats, and train again.
That plan lasted until he saw the boy from earlier.
The one he had bumped into.
Wooin.
Jiwoo did not know his name yet, but he recognized the dark hair, the glasses, the quiet posture, and the way the boy stood like he expected the world to hurt if he looked away too long.
This time, Wooin was not alone.
A few boys surrounded him near a quieter street corner, their postures loose in the way people stood when they were pretending not to threaten someone.
One of them had white hair and sharp eyes.
He looked bored.
Not angry.
Not even particularly invested.
That somehow made him more intimidating.
Jiwoo slowed.
He should keep walking.
That was probably what Kayden would say.
Do not get involved.
Do not trust random people.
Do not attract attention.
Do not make me regret training you.
Jiwoo took one more step.
Then heard one of the boys say something low and cruel.
Wooin did not answer.
Jiwoo's hands tightened around his bag strap.
Ah.
He was definitely going to get scolded later.
He walked over.
"Um," Jiwoo said. "Is everything okay?"
The boys turned.
Wooin's eyes shifted toward him, unreadable behind his glasses.
The white-haired one looked Jiwoo up and down.
"Who are you?"
Jiwoo smiled nervously.
"I'm just passing by."
"Then pass by."
Jiwoo looked at Wooin.
The boy's expression did not change, but something in his posture was too still.
Too resigned.
Jiwoo knew that feeling.
Not fully.
Not in the same way.
But enough.
"I don't think he wants to talk to you," Jiwoo said carefully.
One of the boys stepped forward.
"You picking a fight?"
Jiwoo lifted both hands. "No, no. I'm not trying to fight."
The boy swung anyway.
Jiwoo saw it before it came.
Not future sight like Asuka.
Not exactly.
Just training.
Kayden's sharp voice in his head.
Watch the shoulder. Hips first. Weight shift. Don't move too much.
Jiwoo slipped aside easily.
The punch cut through empty air.
The boy stumbled.
Jiwoo blinked.
Oh.
That had been slower than expected.
The white-haired boy's eyes sharpened.
Wooin stared.
The boy who had swung turned, embarrassed and angry.
"You—"
Jiwoo pointed quickly toward the street.
"Um, people can see."
The boys paused.
A few passersby had slowed, glancing over with concern. Someone was already watching too closely.
Jiwoo smiled awkwardly.
"You're making a scene."
The white-haired boy looked at the passersby.
Then back at Jiwoo.
His expression remained mostly unaffected, but his gaze had changed.
Measuring.
Interested.
Dangerous.
He clicked his tongue.
"Enough."
The others looked at him.
"But Jisuk—"
"I said enough."
They backed off.
Jiwoo did not know it, but in that moment, he had met another awakener.
Jisuk.
He only knew that the white-haired boy felt different.
Not like Kayden.
Not like Asuka.
Not like Wooin either.
But there was something there.
Something sharp under the skin.
The group walked away.
Jisuk paused only once, glancing back at Jiwoo with narrowed eyes.
Jiwoo smiled nervously.
Jisuk's expression twitched like he did not know what to do with that.
Then he left.
Jiwoo turned immediately to Wooin.
"Are you okay?"
Wooin stared at him.
Silence.
Jiwoo waited.
Wooin still said nothing.
Jiwoo rubbed the back of his neck.
"Sorry if I interrupted. I just thought…"
He trailed off, unsure how to finish.
Wooin looked away.
Then began walking.
Jiwoo blinked.
"Oh. Are you going this way too?"
No answer.
Jiwoo smiled anyway and walked beside him.
"I'm Jiwoo Seo. We bumped into each other earlier, right? Sorry about that again. I was in a hurry."
Wooin said nothing.
"That happens a lot," Jiwoo admitted. "Not bumping into people. Being in a hurry."
Still nothing.
Jiwoo continued cheerfully, apparently undeterred by silence.
"My little sister says I should slow down before I accidentally become a public safety concern."
Wooin's eyes flicked toward him.
Jiwoo smiled.
"She's usually right."
They walked together until the street split.
Jiwoo stopped.
"Oh, this is my way."
Wooin kept walking.
Jiwoo lifted a hand.
"Bye! I hope you get home safely."
No reply.
Wooin did not turn around.
Jiwoo lowered his hand after a moment.
Then smiled anyway.
"He seems quiet," he murmured.
Somehow, that made him want to talk to him more.
When Jiwoo got home, the apartment was quieter than usual.
The cats greeted him immediately, which helped.
A lot.
The tabby wound around his ankle. The black cat meowed from the couch. The black-and-white cat hopped down from the chair, tail high. The grey scarred cat watched from near the window but did not run.
"Hi," Jiwoo said softly, crouching to pet them. "I'm home."
No Asuka.
But there was a note on the kitchen counter.
Jiwoo picked it up.
Getting groceries. Eat something if you are hungry. Do not overuse your ability before I return.
Asuka
At the bottom, in smaller writing:
Kayden is somewhere in the house. Do not panic.
Jiwoo blinked.
Then looked around.
"Mr. Kayden?"
No answer.
He checked the living room.
No Kayden.
Kitchen.
No Kayden.
Bedroom doorway.
No Kayden.
Behind the couch.
No Kayden.
Panic began to rise.
"Mr. Kayden?"
Still nothing.
Jiwoo's chest tightened in an embarrassingly immediate way.
He knew Kayden had said he was staying temporarily.
He knew Kayden had no real reason to remain with them.
He knew powerful awakeners probably had important things to do that did not involve teaching two random siblings in a basement and eating rice in their living room.
But still.
Leaving without saying goodbye?
After everything?
Jiwoo stood in the middle of the living room, eyes suddenly watery.
"How rude," he said, voice cracking.
Behind the bathroom door, Kayden froze.
Jiwoo sniffled.
"He could have at least said goodbye."
Kayden's eye twitched.
Absolutely not.
No.
This was not happening.
He was not having an emotional confrontation while sitting on a toilet.
Jiwoo continued, louder now, apparently spiraling.
"I know he's famous and busy, but still! I thought we were—well, not friends maybe, but something!"
Kayden's fur bristled.
He was going to kill him.
Slowly.
With precision.
The bathroom door remained closed.
Jiwoo wiped at his eyes with his sleeve.
"Mr. Kayden is so rude…"
Kayden, in the single most humiliating moment of his life, sat on the toilet in cat form and reconsidered every decision that had led him here.
Asuka returned from groceries to a strange scene.
Which, at this point, was no longer surprising.
The sliding glass doors to the small back area were open, evening light spilling into the living room.
Kayden sat in front of the glass, back straight, tail rigid, looking outside with the grim dignity of someone who had recently endured a great personal tragedy.
Jiwoo was kneeling behind him.
Very sincerely.
"I'm really sorry."
Kayden did not turn around.
"You can stop now."
"I shouldn't have assumed you left."
"No, you shouldn't have."
"I just couldn't find you anywhere."
Kayden's eye twitched.
"I was occupied."
"I know."
"You do not need to know."
"I'm glad you didn't leave."
Kayden's tail went still.
Asuka paused in the doorway, grocery bags in both hands.
Jiwoo leaned forward slightly.
"So you really forgive me?"
Kayden finally turned his head halfway.
"There is nothing to forgive. It was a ridiculous topic in the first place."
Jiwoo's expression softened with relief.
"Okay."
Kayden looked back out the glass doors.
"Good. Now stop kneeling behind me like you're apologizing to a shrine."
Jiwoo nodded quickly.
Then, unfortunately, asked, "Did you finish your business?"
Asuka closed her eyes.
Kayden went utterly still.
Jiwoo continued, earnest and concerned, "Because I was really loud, so I might've interrupted your pooping, and—"
Kayden turned so fast the nearest cat startled.
Electricity crackled at the tips of his fur.
His paw lifted.
Jiwoo immediately leaned back.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please put your paw down!"
Kayden's eyes burned with murder.
"Never," he said, voice low and lethal, "speak of that again."
Jiwoo nodded rapidly.
"Okay."
"Ever."
"Yes."
"To anyone."
"I won't."
"To Asuka."
Jiwoo glanced at the doorway.
Asuka stood there silently.
Kayden slowly turned.
Asuka looked back at him.
Her expression was calm.
Composed.
Almost perfectly neutral.
Almost.
Kayden's eye twitched.
"You heard."
Asuka lifted the grocery bags slightly.
"I just came in."
"That is not an answer."
"No," she agreed.
Jiwoo whispered, "Asuka, help."
Asuka sighed softly.
Then walked past them toward the kitchen.
"I will make food."
Kayden stared after her.
"That is also not an answer!"
Asuka began unpacking groceries.
Jiwoo slowly lowered himself from his kneeling position, still watching Kayden's raised paw with deep caution.
"I'm really glad you stayed," he said quietly.
Kayden froze again.
The anger did not vanish.
But it shifted.
A little.
Annoyingly.
He lowered his paw.
"Tch."
Jiwoo smiled.
Kayden looked away sharply.
"Don't look so happy. Training tonight will be worse."
Jiwoo's smile only widened.
"Okay."
"That was not supposed to please you."
"I know."
Kayden glared.
Jiwoo laughed softly.
From the kitchen, Asuka set rice to cook and glanced toward them with quiet warmth.
The cats settled again.
The apartment filled with the sound of grocery bags rustling, water running, and Jiwoo apologizing to the black cat for accidentally moving its favorite cushion.
Kayden sat before the glass doors, dignity wounded beyond repair, and realized with rising horror that the Seo household had somehow survived his wrath.
Worse.
It had absorbed it.
Like everything else.
His fame.
His threats.
His pride.
His humiliations.
All of it disappeared into this warm, ridiculous home where people fed him without asking, worried when he vanished for ten minutes, and made dinner as if nothing in the world had changed.
Kayden Break closed his eyes.
He hated this house.
Probably.
Maybe.
From the kitchen, Asuka said mildly, "Kayden, would you like egg with rice?"
His stomach answered before he did.
Jiwoo smiled.
Kayden's eyes snapped open.
"Not a word."
Jiwoo pressed his lips together.
Asuka's shoulders shook once.
Kayden glared at both of them.
"I said not a word!"
The apartment filled, very softly, with Jiwoo trying not to laugh.
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