A/N: I actually started this last year, but never published it because I felt bad that I should've made more progress on Pursuit and Sunflower...but I've always wanted to write a strictly Lon'qu x Robin story. And of course it's a Modern AU. It wouldn't be musicribbons, if it wasn't a Modern AU. ;)

Chapter 1: A Day in the Life

Classes hadn't even started and Master Yen'fay expressed his deep satisfaction with the team's condition on their first day back from the summer break, aside from Lon'qu and Min. The email was polite, but it was still intimidating.

When Lon'qu showed up for their first official practice, Master Yen'fay had introduced ladder drills on top for their warm-up regiment of running laps around the campus, fifty push-ups, fifty sit-ups, and fifty burpees. After, there were a hundred of each straight, left, right, horizontal, and upward cuts. Then, they were expected to do all the forms and sword methods.

Everyone behind Lon'qu and Min was already out of breath and panting once they started the ladder drills. This was nothing compared to the training he had to go through for the Arena Games, where the best athletes around the world came to compete in a variety of sports. Han'do—the sword martial art of Chon'sin—was one of the sports held at the Arena Games. Chon'sin couldn't afford to lose in their own sport at the international level. That was utterly dishonourable to the art of Han'do, their history, and to Chon'sin. Thus, since the year that Han'do became an official Arena sport, Chon'sin athletes had taken gold every time in all divisions.

"Pick up the pace! We still have five hundred cuts after this!" barked Yen'fay.

In, in, out, out. In, in, out, out.

Lon'qu focused on ensuring to not miss a step in the spaces of the ladder. He paced his breathing and when he made it to the end, he jogged back to the start and stood behind the line.

It felt a little past six thirty. He hadn't even broken a sweat yet. Lon'qu tugged the ends of the belt, an odd habit he had developed. He actually preferred his other Han'do uniform more. When he was at the university, he was required to where the thick white short-sleeved traditional shirt, loose flowing gray pants, and a black belt that had his name on one end and five gold stripes on the other end. When Lon'qu and Min trained with Basilio and Flavia at the Arena Games Training Centre in Chon'sin, they wore their completely black uniforms.

One by one, the members of the Han'do team finished up their last drill. Yen'fay announced a quick water break. Everyone dispersed to grab some water, while Yen'fay cleared away the ladders laid out on the floor. After, everyone grabbed their swords and organized themselves in the order of belt rank and experience, which put Lon'qu at the top left corner of the dojo.

"And you're here on a student visa..." The airport immigration worker stared at her Plegian password without an ounce of interest. "Miss Robin Grima?"

"Yup! For the year." Robin grinned, hoping that would persuade the airport employee that she wasn't going bomb the airport.

The immigration worker continued to stare at her passport and then back at her.

Robin tried to maintain a positive aura, but she was starting to get irritated. "Look, I know I look different. I cut my hair and grew out my bangs. It's an old photo. I also lost about fifty pounds."

He put the passport down flipped to a random page and stamped it. Robin cringed. He just fucking opened the middle of the passport instead of just using the next ordered page of the visa. That was going to bother her. He handed the passport back to her.

She forced a smile and tucked the passport into her bag. "Thank you."

The time difference from Plegia and Chon'sin was started to catch up to her. She never slept well on planes. She actually didn't sleep at all. Robin dragged her feet to the information board to find what carousel her luggage would come out of. She scanned the arrival destinations and spotted 'Goetia' was Carousel 13.

Tired or not, Robin could feel the air was different in Chon'sin. She smiled. It was nice to finally get away from Plegia, even if it was for one year. Robin descended down to the lower floor by escalator and saw a variety of ads playing on flashy screen. Even Carousel 13 had a couple screens playing advertisements.

Robin yawned and blinked at it, waiting for the carousel to start turning, delivering the luggage to the new arrivals. On the screen, a serious young man with dark, thick head of hair stepped out from the shadows into a spotlight. He wore a cold, focused expression and a sculpted nose with lips pulled into a thin line. His brow was slightly furrowed as if he was assessing his surroundings. He was dressed in a black martial arts uniform with a sword by his side.

He knelt down and then he immediately stood up, drawing the sword at his side. The camera angle changed to his side and he began a complicated series of cuts and transitions. At certain parts of the ad, it slowed down, emphasizing his grace and strength. In the bottom right corner of the commercial, there was a white caption in fine font: 'Lon'qu Sun: Han'do World Champion'.

Robin frowned as she watched the video. The guy kind of looked familiar for some reason. Gods, she needed sleep. Then it clicked. She had seen the guy on TV. He was on the news, a couple gold medals dangling from his neck, giving a short interview.

As the commercial approached its end, he sheated his sword and knelt back down. Then some brand logo of a star appeared and the word 'I. M. Possible ' right underneath it.

"I never get sick of that commercial." Some girl on the phone near Robin gushed into the phone. "You know the one with Lon-Lon in it? The new 'I'm Possible' or 'Impossible' commerical? I never know how to say it. My hubby is so hot. I purposely applied to Shu'an U because he went there."

Robin gave the crazed girl a funny look. Was she actually his wife? She barely looked sixteen. Must be a cultural thing…or a fangirl.

"Seven!" shouted Lon'qu before executing an upward cut.

"Aye!" Everyone shouted in unison, stepped forward, and performed their respective upward cuts.

"Eight!"

"Aye!" They repeated in practiced synchronization.

"Nine!"

"Aye!"

Master Yen'fay made his way to the front of the dojo.

"Hundred!" Lon'qu announced their last cut.

"Aye!"

"After the last upward cut, everyone stepped back into ready position with their swords centered.

"Attention," said Lon'qu.

Yen'fay held up his arms for the formal bow. Everyone collectively held their swords in their right hands with their left hands against the blade of the wooden swords.

"Bow," said Lon'qu.

With that, it concluded their first official practice. The students took three steps backwards before turning around, out of respect for the masters and the dojo, to head for the showers.

Lon'qu sleeved his sword in its case and swung it over his shoulder. He swiped his water bottle off of the floor and chugged it. He overhead everyone grumbling about how difficult the first practice back was. As he walked past the other members of the Han'do team, they said a couple words to him, such as 'good job' or 'thanks for your hard work'. He nodded in acknowledgment and reciprocated before briskly leaving.

"Mister World Champion!" sang a voice. An arm slung around him, pulling him forward.

Lon'qu pulled the slightest of a sour face at the young man with curly dark hair and large, round brown eyes. He was always equipped with a smile, usually for the ladies.

"Min," Lon'qu said neutrally.

"You didn't even break a sweat, bud." Min chuckled. Some of the new female members of the Han'do team whispered and giggled as they headed for the exit of the dojo. Min winked at them. "Hello, ladies."

This incited them to burst out into frantic giggles.

"Do you have to do that?" asked Lon'qu.

"Always."

At the exit of the dojo, they turned around to bow out and were off to the showers.

"Would it kill you to smile?" asked Min.

"Han'do requires—" Lon'qu started, but Min finished his sentence for him, all the while rolling his eyes.

"Displicine and respect. Yea, yeah. You always lecture me about that. But there's nothing about not smiling in Han'do."

"You're pretty lenient with the Games being less than a year away," said Lon'qu.

Min folded his hands at the back of his head. "What's the point of stressing out about it? It's not gonna change anything," said Min. "Besides, Han'do at school is just for the university titles anyway. And we get scholarships. The real training is Basilio and Flavia anyway, at the center."

"You should still take it more seriously," said Lon'qu with a frown.

"Dude, you need to get laid. You'll feel much better." Min slapped him on the back. Lon'qu scowled at him. "Oh, I saw your commercial. You looked amazing. I'm sure a lot of women wet themselves just watching it."

"I don't want to talk about it. Basilio made me because I. M. Possible sponsors us. You did one too," said Lon'qu.

"Yeah. The whole cool image doesn't suit me. So we went with something else," said Min with a chuckle.

"You strip in it," stated Lon'qu.

"Why? Did you want to strip for the country?" asked Min with a teasing smile. "I'm sure the producer would be overjoyed if you volunteer. And besides, I put on their shirt and then pretended to go for a jog in the ad."

Lon'qu shook his head and they entered the locker rooms. Lon'qu undid his lock and opened the locker. He gently placed his sword into it and began to strip down. Behind him, Min did the same at his locker.

He untied his belt and folded it neatly and tucked it into the locker. He undid the ties holding his uniform shirt shut, one at his chest and one on the inside of his shift. Underneath, he was wearing another shirt that was soaked from sweat.

"Hey, are you okay with Ke'ri seeing other guys?" asked Min. "It's been all over social media."

Lon'qu paused for a moment, but then finished undressing and wrapped a towel around his waist. He slammed his locker shut and walked away.

"Okay. So not okay then," said Min. The other male members had filed into the locker too and Min greeted them in a friendly manner.

Lon'qu closed the shower curtain behind him and turned on the shower. Hot water washed away the sweat from the morning's training. His tense muscles visibly relaxed as he stood under the shower.

Robin exited the luggage pickup area and entered the arrival lobby. She pushed her cart forward as she searched for the bus ticketing booth. The commercial she had seen before was playing on another screen. And then it switched to a new one. This time, it was a young man with a boyish smile with curly hair. The camera was following him as he jogged through a trail with sakura flowers, but not before he pulled a shirt on. At the end, she saw that it was a running shoes commercial for I. M. Possible.

She managed to find her way to the bus ticketing station. Robin waited in line and looked around. Chon'sin people were very well-dressed and fashionable. Her eyes wandered about and saw a pretty woman smiling at her in a photo. She had kind, almond-shaped eyes and a gentle smile. Her hair was black and long, but at the front, it was short. She had a sheathed sword resting against her chest and in one hand, she held up a cellphone. It said 'Slice your time in half with the new and improved Blade S.'

"And where are you headed?" asked the desk representative.

Robin tore her eyes away and looked at the woman responsible for ticketing. "I'm going to the university district."

"Which one?" she asked.

"Shu'an?" answered Robin.

"That'll be eighteen thousand gil," said the woman. Robin pulled out her wallet and handed her two ten thousand gil bills. The woman gave her change and her ticket. "It should be here at nine o'five. The bus will arrive at stop twenty-three forty-two. It's on the ticket."

"Thanks," said Robin headed towards the stops outside.

"Let's grab breakfast," said Min, readjusting the bag on his shoulder.

With Min, it was never a suggestion. It was always a decision he made for everyone.

"Sure," said Lon'qu.

"But first, to get through the fangirls," said Min. "I swear, we're more popular than boy bands lately. Maybe it's because we actually contribute something to the country by bringing home medals, trophies, and world recognition."

Lon'qu zipped up his jacket to his neck and placed his bulky headphones on. It was the only way to avoid all of them. If he looked busy, they were usually a little more polite about it, but they were always camped out wherever he went. He thought he would've gotten used to it by now, but he hadn't. Often, his parents, his coaches, and public relations manager had to fight and persuade him to do the advertisements, public appearances, and interviews.

Lon'qu hated the attention.

He thought that his rather cold exterior and indifference would drive people away, but it drew them in more. They wanted to know more about it. He sparked their curiosity. And for many of his female fans of all ages, they thought his aloofness was attractive and mysterious. But he wasn't. He was simply an introvert who wanted people to respect his privacy. In fact, Min actually ran most of his social media and forced him to post at least one picture a day. Their PR manager had put Min up to it.

How did Min survive the attention? He thrived in it and the people adored it. He'd take photos with the fans and sign their stuff with that bright, charming smile of his. Ever so the patient one.

"I know you're not actually listening to anything," said Min. "Take those off and go say hello to your fans." Min snatched the headphones from Lon'qu's head. "Provide some fanservice, Lon'qu. Or should I say 'Lon-Lon'? I think that's what Chon'sin has affectionately nicknamed you. And hey, people are paying attention to Han'do, aren't they? Shouldn't you be happy about that?"

Lon'qu glared at Min as they continued to make their way out of building. They saw a fair group of fans outside the doors from where they stood. Then, followed the sound of excited squeals and screams. Lon'qu stopped in his track. He really didn't want to deal with all the people. Han'do was never about fame to him.

"Are you coming to the social?" asked Min. "Lon'qu?"

"No," said Lon'qu, gripping his clothed sword in his hand. He knew he had to leave at some point. Some of his team members walked past him and headed towards the door.

"Bye, Min. Lon'qu," said one of the female members and walked past them arm in arm with another female member.

"See you tomorrow! You guys did great for your first practice back," said Min and waved enthusiastically.

Lon'qu always felt terrible how the attention directed at him probably distracted and bothered the other people on the competitive Han'do team. Sometimes, the male members would sneer or glare at him when they thought he couldn't see them.

"Come on, let's get this over with. Just accept the gifts, sign some stuff, take some photos, and then we can grab some breakfast," said Min.

"Stay away from the sugary crap you always like to eat. Basilio gets upset at me too when you do that," Lon'qu said.

"Okay, whatever. Let's go," said Min, ushering a reluctant Lon'qu out to the crowd of fangirls. He dug his heels in, but with Min shoving him, he was sliding across the floor.

"Fine," grumbled Lon'qu and he walked towards the excited fangirls. They reminded him of zombies—their crazed looks and hyper energy. Then the screaming (their mating cries) flooded his ears as Min pushed open the doors, and they rushed towards them with wrapped gifts, papers to sign, and cell phones in hand asking for photos.

"I travelled nine hours to come see you!" screamed what seemed like a high school girl in his face.

Nine hours? Didn't she have better things to do? Why would she do that? Waste nine hours of her day to come see him.

"It would mean everything to me if you accepted this gift." The same girl thrust a wrapped a gift to him. He hesitantly accepted: his first mistake. Because then all the fangirls started to stack their gifts into their hands.

Lon'qu glanced back to look at Min would was smiling pleasantly and accepting another wrapped green tea cake roll. He sighed and managed to get closer to his side.

"If you guys really care about this guy, you'd get him a fruit or vegetable basket," said Lon'qu in a low voice. "He's supposed to limit his sugar intake."

The fangirl gasped and started to apologize to Min. His friend gave him a strained smile. "Why thank you, Lon-Lon."

"Don't call me that," snapped Lon'qu.

"Who wants to know Lon-Lon's address?" shouted Min.

"Min, I won't hold back in our sparring practice!" said Lon'qu. "I will end you!"

"See, I told you they were a thing. Lon-Lon's jealous that he can't have Min to all to himself," whispered a fangirl.

"No, you got it all wrong. He's concerned for Min-Min's health," said another fangirl.

Great. Another weird very untrue rumour.

Min leaned to whisper something in Lon'qu's ear, which caused all the girls to squeal excitedly. "How about this. We pose for one picture and then I'll get them to disperse, or at least leave us alone long enough to get to our bikes."

"Fine," said Lon'qu.

"Okay, dearest fans. Lon-Lon…" Lon'qu glowered at him at the new nickname that had surfaced. Min smiled at him. "…and I have to get to the Centre or we'll get in trouble. How about we pose for one picture with both of us in it and you guys let us go? Unfortunately, we biked here, so we can't carry any gifts with us." Min pouted. "Just send them to the Arena Games Training Centre." He winked.

There was a buzz of excited agreement. Lon'qu wondered when this would be over.

"Okay. Lon'qu, smile," said Min through a greeted smile. He put an arm over his shoulder.

Despite Min's request, Lon'qu didn't smile. He was getting a headache, and frankly, felt overwhelmed. There were so many cellphones in his face and the flash kept going off.

"Enough," said Lon'qu. Everyone stopped, but there was still one more flash, blinding him.

"Okay, time to get going, ladies," said Min, pushing Lon'qu through the crowd. "Until next time!"

Lon'qu heard him say 'race you' before Min ran, leaving Lon'qu to fend for himself.

Traitor.

Lon'qu ran after Min and the crowd followed them even with their promise.

Shu'an was a very lively city from what Robin could tell. Everyone was right: Chon'sin was definitely ahead of all the nations in terms of technological advances. As they drove through downtown, it was buzzing and bustling with people and cars. The buildings were all high risers with various flashing signs indicating the service or company they represented.

She watched city in awe as everything flashed by. Everything was so tall compared to Plegia. Everything was so different.

As promised, her one of her new housemates promised to meet at the bus stop. Robin stepped down from the bus and a moderately short girl with short hair and bangs skipped up to her.

"Are you Robin?" she asked. She was carrying an oddly shaped gym bag and a long sleeved object, slung across her chest.

"I'm Yui! I'm your new housemate," she said with a wide smile. The girl was the epitome of cute with her bob haircut. "Sully said I should meet you so you don't get lost on your first day in Shu'an."

"Are you coming back from practice?" asked Robin, gesturing to her bag and equipment.

"First Han'do practice," she said.

"Han'do," Robin repeated.

"It's the sword martial art of Chon'sin," said Yui.

They waited for the bus driver to unload the suitcases. Yui grabbed one of Robin's suitcases, and Robin grabbed the other one.

"Oh, that sounds interesting," she said.

"It's a lot of hard work, but I really enjoy it," said Yui. "And our school usually produces a lot of swordmasters, or well, I guess in some cases, attracts swordmasters to attend. Lon'qu Sun, Min Li, and Say'ri Dan are the examples I can think of. We have other famous Arena Games athletes. Master Yen'fay was a champion for quite a few years before he decided to come train the competitive team at Shu'an U. And I guess the other really famous example would be our rhythmic gymnast, Ke'ri So."

"Cool," said Robin nodding. She didn't have any idea who Yui was talking about.

Lon'qu watched Min poke at his food at the Arena Games Centre. "Just eat it."

"I will," said Min, staring at his food in the metal food tray.

"You need to maintain a healthy diet for a healthy body," said Lon'qu. "They specifically planned that meal for you."

"I know, Lon'qu. I heard you the first time," he said. "I just really hate broccoli. Why are the side dishes so bleh today?" asked Min.

"You're just picky," said Lon'qu. "Be grateful. At least we're in a sport where we can eat relatively well, unlike the gymnasts and figure skaters."

"Yeah, yeah. Poor Ke'ri," said Min.

Lon'qu narrowed his eyes at Min. "I never said anything about Ke'ri."

"Well, you mentioned gymnast, so I assume Ke'ri. You don't know any figure skaters," said Min with a shrug.

"Min," he said with a warning tone.

"Okay! Okay! I'll stop bringing her up," he said, taking a chomp out of his vegetables. "But…"

Lon'qu stood up from his seat, his chair scraping against the ground. He picked up his utensils and his tray and walked away.

"I got it. Seriously, take it easy. I just thought maybe you'd want to talk about it. She did just come back from Regna Ferox," Min called after Lon'qu.

"Don't be late. Today is weight training," said Lon'qu over his shoulder.

"Lon'qu, come back and eat!" shouted Min, shoveling food into his mouth. He pulled a face. "Blargh. Broccoli."

After supper, Lon'qu went for a jog on the track and returned back to his room. Usually at this time, Min was lounging on his bed on his laptop or his cellphone, maintaining his social media. He came out of the shower with a towel around his waist and phone poised for a certain angle.

Lon'qu heard a camera sound as he walked past Min. He looked over to Min to see him posing for a selfie.

"Don't worry, I'm not posting pictures of your half naked body," said Min. He smiled. Lon'qu scowled at him. He had done that before and now that shit was forever on the internet.

Lon'qu didn't say anything.

"Are you excited for classes?" asked Min. "I hope our training schedule will actually let us go to classes this year. I'd like to graduate on time, but I think that's wishful thinking."

"Yeah." Lon'qu agreed. "I hear third year engineering can be hard."

"I thought engineering is always hard," said Min, scrolling through his photos, trying to decide what photo would look best.

"It's nine twenty-nine," said Min.

Lon'qu sighed at the reminder.

Min snickered. "I think it's endearing."

"You can pick up her call every night then," grumbled Lon'qu.

Like clockwork, his phone rang as soon as it became nine thirty. He answered it immediately. Once, he was late by an extra ring and the call went a good half an hour longer.

"Hello?" said Lon'qu.

Min put his phone down and watched the conversation unfold. He looked amused. He always looked amused at nine thirty.

'Did you eat today?' asked a woman's voice.

"Yes."

"Did you poop today?"

Lon'qu sighed before answering. "Yes."

"How was training?"

"Good."

"Did you drink your medicinal herb tea?"

"Yes. I'm drinking it right now." Lon'qu glanced over at the steaming mug on his bedside table.

"Is Min drinking it too?"

"He doesn't like it."

"Is he there with you?"

"Yes."

"Put me on speaker phone, dear."

Lon'qu did as he was told and put his cellphone on speaker.

"Am I on speaker?" the voice yelled.

"Hey, Mom!" Min greeted cheerfully.

"Hello, my second son!" Lon'qu's mother cooed. "How are you doing?"

"Even better since you've called!" said Min.

"Aren't you the sweetest," said Mrs. Sun. "Min, dear, I sent your share of the medicinal herb tea too, so remember to drink it all. It's good for you!"

Min pursed his lips and made a face at Lon'qu. He knew that look. It was the 'why did you do this to me?' look. Lon'qu smirked. No one won against his mother. Not even his father, who was also a renown Han'do swordmaster.

"Thanks, Mom. I'll remember to drink it," said Min.

"Remember to go all your classes, boys. I know you guys are professional athletes, but education is important!" Mrs. Sun lectured.

"Classes haven't started yet," said Lon'qu.

"Lon'qu, you know what I mean," said Mrs. Sun. "I saw your boys' commercials. You two looked great."

"It was a lot of fun," said Min.

"Honey, let them go," said a voice in the background.

"But I miss my babies," said Mrs. Sun.

"I know, but you need to stop coddling them," said the voice again.

"Don't tell your wife what to do. Come say hi to your sons," demanded Mrs. Sun.

There was a sigh and then some static on the other end. Lon'qu rubbed his temples. Why did his parents do this to him every night?

"Good evening, Lon'qu. Min," said the voice.

"Hello, Father," said Lon'qu.

"Evenin', Master Sun," said Min.

"Work hard," grunted Mr. Sun.

"Yes, Father," said Lon'qu.

"Yes, Master Sun," said Min.

"Good night," said Lon'qu's father. There was more bickering and scrambling on the other end again.

"I love you two!" said Mrs. Sun.

"Love you too," said Min.

"Okay," said Lon'qu.

"Would it kill you say 'I love you too' to your own mother, Lon'qu?" snapped Mrs. Sun.

"Honey, let them go to bed," said his father. There was some bickering on the other end and then the line went dead. To Lon'qu's relief.

"Well, gimme some of that tea. Knowing your mother, she'll know if I didn't drink it every night. And if she finds out, she'll hold her delicious dumplings hostage from me next time I visit," said Min in defeat.

Min watched Lon'qu turn on his electric kettle and grab Min's mug. He ripped open a tea packet full of herbs and dumped it into the cup.

"I hate that stuff," said Min.

"I don't like it either," said Lon'qu. "But you get used to it."

"She'd never know if we just threw it out," said Min.

"Has hiding anything from my mother worked out?" Lon'qu reminded Min. The water kettle clicked off and Lon'qu poured the hot water into the cup.

"No. We got really close that time," said Min.

Lon'qu turned around to look at Min and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. This was no different than their usual evening calls.

"What?" asked Min. "There was that one time she called us, she made Master Sun give us 'the talk' after she read that article on STDs. Now that didn't go well."

Lon'qu screwed his eyes shut, trying to forget the awful memory.

"I'm sorry on behalf of my mother," said Lon'qu, handing Min the bitter concoction.

"Not at all. I love your mother like my own," said Min. "She pretty much raised both of us."

"Heh, yeah," said Lon'qu with the smallest smile.

Min grinned back and then sipped the tea. "What in the world! This tastes like university student tears after failing and exam or when a professor won't give you an extension."

Lon'qu shrugged and gave a grunt in response. "I know, Min."

Robin's luggages had expelled their contents in her new room. The small apartment wasn't new. She could tell it was definitely a student home. It just had that vibe. It was a definite downgrade from living with her parents in a nice home, but if this is what she had to put up with to get a break, so be it.

She got up and plopped down onto the bed. It sank a lot more than she had thought it would and she let out a small scream and grasped at the sides of the mattress so she wouldn't sink further.

"Hey, new girl." Robin picked her head up to see an athletic girl with a headful of short red hair. "I'm Sully."

"Hey, I'm Robin. You can come in," said Robin. "Sorry about the mess."

"Nah, don't worry about it. You should see my room," said Sully. "How was your flight from Plegia?"

"Fine," said Robin. "I'm so tired."

"I bet," said Sully. "So, what are you studying on your exchange?"

"I'm actually a math major," said Robin. "With a specialization in statistics."

"Wow, so you're a major nerd," said Sully.

Robin shrugged. "I like numbers. What can I say?"

"That's great. You can help me with my stats course this year," said Sully.

"What about you? Yui mentioned you're from Ylisse," said Robin.

"They have an amazing athletics program at Shu'an. I'm here on a full scholarship for track and field. Also, my parents work as diplomats for Ylisse, so I kinda grew up in Chon'sin. You'll see that the student population is pretty diverse. And for majors, I'm a kinesiology major. If track and field doesn't work out, I'm thinking of being a sports physiotherapist," said Sully.

"Cool," said Robin.

"Okay, I'll leave you to it," said Sully.

"Night," said Robin.

She slowly sank back down into the bed. She needed to go out and buy some bedding and pillows. The old mattress felt gross against her bare skin. But tired or not, she was thrilled to get a new start and escape her past for a little bit.

A/N: Just a side note. So this is loosely inspired from South Korean athletes. I think Japan also has something similar. Olympic athletes are often treated like celebrities, especially if they've secured a gold medal. They often film lots of commercials and earn money through that. Yuna Kim is a great example of this.

Also, as for culture for Chon'sin. Right now, it's a bit of a blend of East Asian countries. But again, a lot of it is South Korea inspired, since that is what I'm most familiar with. I am not aiming to culturally appropriate anything.

And for Han'do...I did haidong gumdo for a couple years so that's where my knowledge of this made up sword martial art is from. So if you're like an intense scholar that knows everything about a sword martial art and I'm totally doing this wrong. Please cut me some slack. (Pun was unintended.)

Let me know what you think.