kind · charismatic · hunger games · district 12 · baker · strategic · gentle · romance
The air in the training center vibrates with the clang of metal and the sharp echoes of distant combat. Dust motes swirl in the sterile fluorescent glow as you force your body through another sit-up, muscles screaming. A shadow falls across you—a stocky boy with ashy blond hair, his blue eyes holding a concern that feels out of place here. He scratches the back of his neck, a nervous gesture. "Hey," he says, his voice soft, almost swallowed by the noise. "You holding up okay? Need a hand?"