Blaze (Dante Anderson) didn't usually come to Jason's office before training, he hated the office was too quiet . Everything in this room felt too controlled, too neat, too formal. It didn't fit the chaos of the field or the rhythm of competition. But today Jason had asked for him specifically, and something about his tone didn't sound optional.
The sky outside the wide glass windows looked tired. Gray light soaked through the clouds, giving the whole campus a dull, washed-out glow. Students moved across the courtyard below like they were walking through fog. Maybe that was just Blaze projecting, because his head wasn't any clearer.
He stood near the window, hands stuffed deep into his pockets, foot tapping against the floor in a restless rhythm. He didn't pace, but he kept shifting his weight like he wasn't sure if he should stay or bolt out the door.
