Stretching Limits Is How I Break Eggs

Once his head hit that pillow, it was already a bright and early morning.

He groped blindly for a snooze button that didn't exist, so instead his hand smacked the wooden bedframe with a dull thunk.

"Good morning to me…" he grumble, throat dry as dust. He swung his legs out, desperate to flee the incessant chirping of birds outside his window.

"Alright, let's see what daring deeds I'll be learning today—"

THUMP

His breathing catches. Chrys' head rests on his desk, motionless. The morning haze shatters, replaced by a jolt of icy dread. His body felt like he'd been dumped in frost, thoughts spiraling.

Who did this?

Are they still here?

Harper?Missus Powell are they still alive?

He scanned the room checking the door, window, under his

Her eyes twitch.

bed—

"What. The. Fuck"

Pfff.. Ha ha

"You should see your face!" Chrys cackles, her disembodied head wobbling as giggles spill from unseen lungs. She's clutching at invisible sides, barely holding it together.

"Oh, c'mon, don't be so sour!"

She grunts, shifting.

"Here…"

"Just a let me…"

"Jeez, how many drawers does this thing have?"

Her head sinks slightly lower, as she quietly fumes in her own frustration as whatever ability allowed her to sink into the three-dimensional space of his desk is clearly not releasing her with the same ease.

"Wait, not again!"

A surprisingly high-pitched yelp of alarm escapes from Chrys as she unceremoniously turns around in her attempt to regain her balance and...

...fails with fantastic flair.

"Ooooohhh… son of a gun…" Dazed but unbruised, she blinks up at him.

Lucky falls must be her sidekick.

"Are you alright?" Sebastian asks, stepping closer.

"Aw, aren't you sweet," she coos, "I'm fine. I just get lightheaded when my powers fizzle out."

"Fizzle out?"

"Yeah, When it does, whatever object I am phasing into separates from me pretty quickly. If I'm really in there, it tosses me out like your desk just did."

"Although, I guess my skirt got caught up in one of the drawers.."

The realization dawns as he finally notices. Chrys is on the ground, in nothing but black panties and her combat boots.

She follows his gaze, then smirks.

"I guess that makes up for our little interruption in class yesterday, yeah?

She says with a teasing voice

"Was it everything you hoped for?"

She says as she shifts on the floor, stretching her arms behind her, back arching just slightly.

Then, as if being struck by thought itself, he thinks back to yesterday, when she got him in trouble with Powell then Nearly killed his future kids with a with how hard she slammed his groin .And now this- THIS, STUPID FUCKING PRANK IN THE ASS CRACK OF DAWN!!

A slow devilish grin spreads across Sebastian's face.

"Oh yeah, It's exactly what I hoped for."

"H-Hey! Wait a sec—!"

Too late.

Before she can react, Sebastian moves. In a blink, she's off the floor, her legs placed over his shoulders.

His teeth graze the waistband of her panties

RIP

A gasp. Eyes wide.

Then, his mouth on her lips.

Hot, wet, and hungry.

His tongue delves between her folds, tasting her, teasing her, devouring her. He moves with an expertise that leaves her breath hitching, a high whimper escaping before she can stifle it.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. He feels it, but it doesn't hurt—not with his superhuman durability. Instead, it spurs him on. He licks deeper, tongue flicking against her clit in slow, deliberate circles.

Chrys writhes, thighs trembling against his ears.

"Fuck"

Hmmm..

For an emo girl…

She tastes like strawberries.

Sweet.

Unexpected.

The contrast between her sharp attitude and this sugary secret only fuels his determination. He latches onto her clit, sucking gently, then flicking his tongue in rapid motions—

KNOCK KNOCK

"Chrys."

Valentina's flat voice slices through the haze of lust.

"Queen Unbreakable wants to know how late you'll be for our gymnasium lecture."

Chrys huffs, voice hitching. "What? She told me to wake up Sebastian—"

"That was fifteen minutes ago."

"Okay, I'm—"

A shudder cuts her off. Her climax slams into her, thighs squeezing his ears as she cries,

"—COMING!"

Her body quakes, then slumps.

She exhales, voice breathless.

"Shit."

"Want me to put you on the bed?"

"…Yeah, that'd be...great."

He sets her down with ease, smirking as she catches her breath.

"Sorry " she pants " For waking you up so late. You should get to the gym—I'll rest here and grab my skirt later."

Still grinning, Sebastian grabs his gym shorts and heads out.

He steps through the gymnasium doors, and Harper's there instantly.

"Hey! I was wondering if you'd make it," she chirps, seems like last night's awkwardness was either gone or buried.

"We just finished our warm-up. C'mon!" She waves him in.

"Good morning, Sebastian. Figured you'd be late—probably should've sent someone else if I wanted punctuality. Hope Chrys didn't prank you too hard—she's got a creative mind when it comes to tasks."

"Oh, don't worry, I got my payback," he replies with a smirk.

Powell grins. "I knew you'd fit in around here."

"Alright, class," she calls, clapping. "Back to tabletop pose. Stretch your spines, make shoulders loose, weight balanced."

"Next pose ," Powell instructs.

"Next pose?" he mutters.

"What could be the—oh."

He shifts into Downward Dog. At first, it's fine. But then the burn creeps in—thighs, calves, glutes—they're on fire.

"Hold for two minutes, then we'll switch," Powell says casually, as if this isn't a slow form of torture.

Meanwhile, he's just trying not to collapse in a room full of women.

Speaking of…

He's not the only one struggling.

Despite months of training, Harper wobbles unsteadily, her discomfort evident in every strained movement. By contrast…

Valentina is a statue. Not a single tremor in her muscles, her breathing steady and controlled. She could probably fall asleep like this.

"Next pose," Powell announces. "Three minutes, then switch sides."

Sebastian fought the good fight.

For seven poses, he kept up and maintained his cool.

After thirty-two more, he was officially gassed out.

Every muscle burned .

Powell chuckles. "Not bad for your first day, Sebastian. I didn't expect you to push through the whole routine. Most people underestimate yoga until they've done an hour of it."

She pauses, then adds, "Strength and flexibility are just as important as brute force in the field. Despite what comic books might tell you, being a hero isn't just about throwing heavy punches. But don't worry—we'll train for that later. First, I want you to build a strong core and decent coordination."

Sebastian nods, still catching his breath.

"Hmm..." Powell hums, then turns to Valentina. "I need you to help Sebastian catch up with our exercises. Can you tutor him?"

Over an hour in, and Valentina doesn't even look remotely winded. Her pose is precise and controlled with no hint of fatigue.

"Of course, Missus Powell," Valentina replies smoothly.

She turns, giving Sebastian an appraising look.

He can feel her gaze analyzing him—every muscle, every weak point.

She doesn't say anything, but somehow, her crystal-blue eyes manage to be both judgmental and indifferent at the same time.

"One month, depending on attendance," Valentina states.

"One month?" Harper blurts.

"How is she gonna cram over a year of training into one month?"

Powell raises an eyebrow. "Harper, trust your teammate. And why the sudden interest in who's training Sebastian? Yesterday, you didn't want to study with him."

Harper flushes. "Well! He just started, and, I don't want her turning him into a human pretzel on his first week!"

Powell crosses her arms. "Valentina has been training since she was five. She knows when to push and when to pull back. I'm not asking her to break him. And besides, who else can tutor him? Riley's part-time, Chrys is unpredictable, and you are already helping him with the coursework."

She smirks. "Unless, of course, you think you could do a better job while juggling all that?"

"Doubtful,"

Valentina interjects coldy.

"They'd distract each other."

Harper glares. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Valentina's expression remains unreadable.

"Just an observation."

Then, without missing a beat—

"That is why you skipped your sports bra today, isn't it? When you've never done so before?"

Harper stiffens.

"You—"

"Girls, class dismissed!" Powell interrupts, before things escalate further.

The girls exit, but Powell gestures for Sebastian to stay.

Powell exhales a long, pensive sigh.

"Sorry you had to see that," she says. "There's always been tension between them. Between all of them, really. Sometimes it's frustration, sometimes it's a lack of understanding, and sometimes… it's just plain apathy. They don't want to work together. I could order them to, sure. They'd listen because I run this Academy. But they don't need a landlord."

She looks Sebastian dead in the eyes.

"They need a leader."

"And that's- "

"Don't say anything yet. Just follow my thought process."

Powell starts pacing slightly, running a hand through her hair.

"Harper loves books. Riley? Music. Chrys? Drawing. Valentina? Her fitness routines. They don't have much in common. But you know what they do have in common?"

She stops, pointing at him.

"They all talk about you."

Sebastian raises an eyebrow.

"Me?"

"Yeah, I mean, you should hear the questions they ask me about you."

Sebastian shifts, unsure how to respond.

"The girls won't rally around each other. They don't trust each other. But they're curious about you. That's something."

He shakes his head. "Soo... Where do I fit into this?"

Powell crosses her arms.

"They listen to me because I'm in charge. But that's not the same as respect. They need someone who earns their respect. A leader they can follow, not because they have to, but because they want to."

Sebastian scoffs. "Why would they follow someone like me? I mean i just got here. I don't know the material, I suck at the exercises and I'm not even a hero yet."

Powell smirks.

"You can learn the material, We'll train your body, And I promise, that in do time you'll be a hero."

She steps closer, resting a firm hand on his shoulder.

"But right now you have something that the girls need, something you proved you had when you flu headfirst into danger"

A beat of silence.

Then—

"Initiative."

"Now, I need to head out and do my rounds in the city. But trust me, Sebastian you'll do just fine."

With that, she strides off, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Sebastian lingers on Powell's words longer than expected.

Me as the leader?

But before he can dwell too deeply, his stomach reminds him of its own needs—loudly.

With a resigned sigh, he makes his way to the kitchen, only to hear a shuffle of movement and some very animated ranting.

"How's a girl supposed to make decent grits without butter?" Chrys mutters, rummaging through cabinets. "This kitchen's a mess… no cilantro… forget grits, maybe pumpkin bread—but no cinnamon? I'd have half a mind to—"

She spins abruptly, spotting him.

"Sebastian!"

"What are you doing in the kitchen."

"I'm hungry" he says, stepping in.

"Hah… haha… right! You must be starving after training. Well… uhh… I think we've got some pizza rolls around here somewhere."

Sebastian smirks. "Pizza rolls, huh? Then why did I hear you ranting about cilantro?"

Chrys freezes. "Cilantro?! You heard—uh, I mean, you misheard! What I was saying was… uh… silly! Yeah! Silly ingredients—like cilantro!"

"Silly and cilantro, they sound pretty similar, don't you think?"

She waves a dismissive hand.

"Me? Talking about seasonings? Sheesh, could you imagine? Cooking and baking—that's for housewives. Like Riley. Frilly aprons and all that nonsense."

A smirk tugs at his lips. "I can imagine you in one, actually."

Her expression falters for just a second before she scoffs, but he's already onto her.

Sebastian recognizes this as an event in the game—a moment where you have to prove yourself to get Chrys to open up. The first part of the event being...

Without hesitation, he grabs eggs from the fridge. Her jaw drops as he cracks them cleanly into a pan, whisking with salt, pepper, and a handful of cheese. He chops bacon into small pieces, tossing them into the sizzling mix.

With a flick of his wrist, he flips the omelet perfectly, sliding it onto a plate.

"Here."

Chrys takes a bite—and her eyes light up.

"This is… actually good. Who taught you to cook like this?" she asks, grinning between bites.

Sebastian leans against the counter.

"Self-taught."

She hums in approval, finishing her meal before stretching with a content sigh.

"Oh, hey, did you hear that Missus P. is going to lend us one of her cars? I eaves- i mean I overheard her talking to Harper about it the other night. Isn't that great?! I wonder what kind of car it will be. I hope it can handle the trip up here. Well at least better than the last one.Oh and we'll finally be able to go into the city again! I know you haven't been cooped up here as long as we have, but let me tell you: there are just some things girls need to buy in the city. Unmentionable things, you know. We can also finally hit the movies, the clothing stores, and oh! I don't have to keep borrowing make up from Harper when I run out! Not that I have lately. She's turning into a total miser."

She leans in slightly, eyes glinting with mischief.

"How about you and me go hit the town when it gets here? I'll make it worth your while."

Sebastian smirks. "Sounds fun."

Chrys winks before stepping back.

"Anyway, I'd better head out. Got some homew—uh, tattoos to plan. Thinking about new ones. Play your cards right, and I'll give you a preview of where they'll be."

With a final grin, she saunters off.

Sebastian shakes his head, chuckling. Then it hits him—he has his first session with...

Valentina in..

minutes.

Moving at super speed, he whips up some sausage, waffles, and a cup of coffee before heading to the gym.

As he arrives, Valentina is already waiting, arms crossed.

"You're on time," she notes, monotone.

The monotone quality of her voice makes it difficult to tell whether her statement was an observation or a sarcastic notion.

Maybe both.

She steps forward, eyes scanning him critically.

"We'll focus on balance first, then move to flexibility and calisthenics."

"Questions?"

Sebastian smirks. "Yeah. Why's your top the shade of a radioactive banana?"

Silence.

"…Let's begin."

She leads him through a series of stretches, thankfully starting with seated ones, giving some mercy to his already sore legs.

"Keep your breathing steady. Lean in slowly. Injuries are an unacceptable setback."

Her voice is clinical, precise. A silent guide through pose after pose.

Sebastian exhales.

Hey, so—"

"Speaking disrupts breathing," she cuts in.

"Do you not feel challenged in your current exercise?"

"Thats not—"

"Then continue."

The silence stretches, an eternity of ticking and muscle burn. It's less of a training session, more like being trapped in a fitness tutorial on mute.

Then, finally, she speaks.

"What's wrong?"

Her eyes wander over him, coldly examining his exterior for any abnormal strain in his posture.

Sebastian sighs. "It's boring."

"It's not supposed to be entertaining."

"Yeah, but—"

"You are here to make progress,"

she interrupts, "But from my observations, your form and performance are already worse than they were this morning. At this rate, we will not meet the deadline."

"If I can infer… why are you distracted?"

"Well… I kinda feel like I'm being tutored by a video."

"Nonsense. I correct your posture, check your breathing, and adjust each pose accordingly."

"Yeah, but when Harper and I study together, I feel like we make a lot more progress."

The second the words leave his mouth, he notices it—Valentina's expression, always a perfect mask of neutrality, falters.

Just slightly.

For the first time, she doesn't respond immediately. Instead, she seems to be running a calculation in her mind, coming to a silent conclusion she doesn't voice.

"Val, I didn't mean it like—"

"We're stopping here."

She stands abruptly.

"I'll revise the routine."

A pause.

"Stay punctual."

She turns and walks off, leaving him to wonder if he just pissed her off or if he simply confused her.