A/N: Surprise! lol, I somehow wrote this in one night :D

I will fix grammar and spelling errors tomorrow

Also a lemon is next, be prepared ;)

"You really should use past tense"

Many people have told this before, but writing in present tense has become a habit for me.

The morning rays of sunlight shine down on the ancient temple, Ezreal and Sona watch Master Yi as he practices his wuju fighting style, slicing through the very air with his blade. Without his gauntlet Ezreal is a very incompetent fighter. He shifts his stance slightly. Ezreal moves his gaze over to Sona.

"How could I protect her if I can't even fight without my gauntlet?" Ezreal asks himself, the haunting memories of Sona being taken away from him flash through his mind.

Master Yi suddenly stops swinging his sword; he then looks up at Ezreal, a frown forming on his face.

"Young Ezreal, come with me." Master Yi says bluntly

Surprised at the swordsmen's sudden command Ezreal glances at Sona, she nudges her head, telling him to go on.

Reluctantly he follows him inside.

"I sense that you are worried about something." Master Yi says as they enter the temple, his armour clinking.

Ezreal sighs.

"I am worried about Sona, I don't want to see her hurt and if it wasn't for Miss Fortune back at Bilgewater then I don't think I could have saved her." Ezreal says quietly, almost mumbling.

"I had heard about your ordeal, and I understand your feelings. So, I would like for you to come spar with me for today, when you think you are ready I will send you off on your exploration." He says calmly. "I could have Karma spend time with Sona while you train."

Ezreal nods

"But for now, enjoy your time here, clear your mind."

Ezreal walks back out the temple to return to Sona, but he stops before he exits the room.

"Thank you." Ezreal says with gratitude before he runs off.

Master Yi walks Ezreal into the dojo, in the centre of the room is a large square mat, surrounded by an array of Ionian weapons from different dynasties. Ezreal looks around in awe; the sword rack draws his attention. While some of the swords have a straight edge, some were wickedly serrated or had a distinct curve.

"Time to begin." Master Yi says as he takes off most of his metal armour, leaving behind his silk tunic and pants. "Take off your gauntlet, we shall spar without weapons."

Ezreal looks at Master Yi with a concerned face.

"But…"

"Doubt is your greatest enemy." He replies sternly

Reluctantly, Ezreal takes off his gauntlet and places it next to the mat. He then walks to the centre.

They both raise their fists.

"Begin."

Master Yi suddenly pounces forward and swings a punch at Ezreal, although Ezreal manages to block it with his forearm, he loses his footing. Master Yi holds onto Ezreal's shoulders, balancing him.

"Too weak, lean forward more." Master Yi huffs before jumping back into a fighting stance.

"Again" He commands

This time Ezreal takes the first strike, taking a wild swing at Master Yi, however he ducks under Ezreal's punch and throws his fist straight into Ezreal's gut. He lets out an exasperated cough as the punch pushes out the air from his body. He topples backward.

"Hmm, it seems you need to work on your guarding." Master Yi says as he helps Ezreal up. "This time I want you to block my strikes, hold your ground."

Ezreal nods, raising his fists.

Master Yi unleashes a flurry of light punches at Ezreal.

After a few minutes of being knocked back, Ezreal blocks the punches with ease.

"Get ready." Master Yi mutters

"Wha…" Ezreal asks before his is suddenly hit by a hard punch.

He steps back, but holds his ground. The heavy hitting punches slowly knock him further and further backward. Ezreal then anticipates the next punch, leaning his upper body back. Master Yi's fist swings over Ezreal's face.

Ezreal then counters with a punch of his own, which Master Yi swiftly blocks with a thud, silence follows. A small smile forms in the corner of Master Yi's mouth.

"Well done"

Ezreal releases the tension in his body and stands up straight, a smile on his face.

"But you need to always be ready to put up you guard." He says before swinging another punch at Ezreal.

Ezreal slowly walks into his room, sliding the paper door open, flinching at the sudden pain in his arm. After an entire day of blocking punches, the pain finally makes itself known. He looks at the futon bed with a smile, laying on it is Sona, a welcoming sight.

"How was your day with Karma?" Ezreal asks as he takes off his jacket and gold gauntlet. He places them next to Sona's etwahl.

She writes her response down, then showing the paper to Ezreal.

"It was nice; she showed me some of the beautiful sights of Ionia and relaxed at the hot springs. How about you?" He reads

"Well um, it was interesting I guess." Ezreal says as he walks over to the futon. Slightly wincing in pain, he uses his arms to lower his back down.

Sona looks at Ezreal with worry.

"I am fine." Ezreal says with a smile.

Sona moves her hands over Ezreal's arms, gently massaging them, the pain being soothed. Ezreal lets out a sigh of relief.

"Where did you learn how to do this Sona?" Ezreal asks in bliss.

"Karma taught me how to soothe bruised and strained muscles at the hot spring" She writes.

Soon Sona moves closer to Ezreal's body, gently kissing his collarbone and neck. Ezreal feels his cheeks heat up as the pain he originally felt is replaced be pleasure. Ezreal moans quietly before locking lips with Sona. Their kissing soon escalates as Ezreal pulls Sona on top of him, her cyan hair flying wildly. Sona presses her chest down against Ezreal, wanting more of his taste, the intense lust they both share taking control. When their lips separate for air, Ezreal looks at Sona. Her face blushing and self-consciously drawing circles on Him chest with her finger. She then writes something in the notepad next to her.

"Continue from where we left off?" She writes, looking up at Ezreal with a sultry grin.