Another ShunxAlice, because I got this idea and it wouldn't leave me alone...
"Shun? Are you in here?"
Alice pushed open the ornate wooden door to the dojo slowly, and peered inside. By the far wall, Shun was practicing karate on a wooden dummy. He kept going for the steel bars supporting it, which were bent and splintering, with his bare foot, which was bleeding a bit. When he finally swept it hard enough and it collapsed, he moved onto the next dummy. There was a pile of rubble from the previous dummies in the corner. A guard in all black moved the rubble out of his way as he worked. He seemed to be having more trouble than usual, typically, he would crush the dummies in a few hits. Alice wondered what was distracting him, as she walked up and hesitantly tapped his shoulder.
He paused, and turned to look at her. His eyes were cold, and he seemed to have returned to his distant, stoic self that he had been before Alice had begun visiting him regularly. He didn't greet her or even seem to acknowledge her; he seemed to stare right through her at the wall. He waited for her to ask that too-familiar question, 'are you okay?' No, he was not okay, dammit. And he was sick of people pretending to care.
The truth was, his mother had passed away that morning. It was hard, but what was worse was everyone treating him like an infant about it.
But to his surprise, Alice didn't question him or even give him one of those fake pitying looks. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug, and held him there without a word. After a moment, he hesitantly slipped his arms around her and hugged her back, dipping his head into her neck and closing his eyes as the tears he'd been holding in built up. For some reason, he had never been afraid to cry in front of Alice.
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I'm not even going to try anymore. I get what I get.