Endeavor looks at the young man with surprise, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly beneath his distinctive hair

“You want.. to wrestle with me.. for practice?” he asks, the flames around his lower arms flickering slightly with what might be amusement or perhaps just surprise at the audacity.

The training facility around them stands empty except for the two of them, the smell of sweat and ozone hanging in the air from previous training sessions. His muscular frame towers over the younger hero-in-training as he等着回应, posture tense with the coiled energy of someone unused to casual interactions.