NO ONE'S POV:

Reginald Vel Johnson High School

(We currently see Y/N, by himself, in the school's weight room.)

(Y/N): [deep breath] Okay, okay.

*WEIGHTS DING*

(He is on the bench press, about to do some reps on it. He lifts the bar off its rack & he is now holding it over him.)

(Y/N): [strained] Ha!

(He tightens his grip on the bar.)

(Y/N): [groans]

(He starts doing his reps on the bench press.)

(Y/N): [breathes through his nose]

(He's benching 135 right now. Which is three 45 pound weights FYI. He is doing this with little to no difficulty.)

(Y/N): Almost...done.

(As he's about to finish his set of bench press reps, flashes of...)

(Cyttorak is shown in front of his face, throwing off his concentration. He pulls the bar straight down onto himself.)

(Y/N): Ack!

(The bar starts to press against his throat, starting to choke him.)

(Y/N): [choking]

(His eyes are closed & every time he opens them, he's shown Cyttorak.)

(Y/N): [gasps for air]

(Shades of blue begin appearing on his face.)

(Y/N's thoughts): Come on, (Y/N)! What the hell is wrong with you?! You happen to see the God...demon...whatever he is...who gave you your powers and you're reacting like you've seen a ghost! Just open your eyes!

(He opens his eyes just to see Cyttorak once again & shuts them.)

(Y/N): [gasps]

(Y/N's thoughts) Not happening. This is definitely not how I imagined going out. I mean, I'm the Jugg—

*THUD*

(Suddenly someone comes to Y/N's aid in lifting the bar off of him.)

Eve: [strained] (Y/N)!

(She tries to lift the bar but it doesn't even budge due to Y/N being stronger than her.)

Eve: How am I supposed to help you if you won't let me?!

(He opens his eyes this time to see Eve trying to help him.)

(Y/N): Eve?

(Now that he has his bearings back with him, he pushes the bar off himself & racks it. Eve walks around the bench press & is now standing in front of Y/N.)

Eve: [sighs] I never thought I'd see you struggling to lift  anything. Especially a weight bar.

(Y/N): [coughs] Thanks. How did you know I was here?

Eve: You're always in here during your off period.

(Y/N) Huh. I guess I am.

Eve: So, you wanna tell me what was?

(Y/N): It was too much weight for me. I couldn't handle it.

Eve: Really?

(Y/N): Yeah, no. I didn't even believe that. My mind was elsewhere, that's all.

Eve: Right. Well, make sure it doesn't happen again. Unless you need me to spot you next time?

(Y/N): That's nice of you to offer. I didn't think you cared about me that much.

Eve: [chuckles] I forget how funny you are sometimes.

(He looks beside Eve to see that her backpack & textbooks are on the ground near the entrance of the weight room.)

(Y/N): Let me get your things for you.

Eve: Thanks but no thanks. You're sweaty. I appreciate it though.

(She turns around & walks towards her things.)

Eve: See you later, (Y/N).

(He grabs a towel & wipes his face.)

(Y/N): Later.

Teen Team Base

(Y/N is sitting down on a couch, just scrolling down social media on his phone as Rex and Eve walk up to him.)

Rex: Hey, Juggs.

(Y/N): [groans] What?

Eve: You know he doesn't like being called that, Rex.

Rex: He doesn't mind. Right, Juggs?

(Y/N): What do you want?

Rex: You, me, arm wrestling match. Let's go.

(Y/N): Seriously?

Kate: I don't think that's a good idea, Rex. I'm pretty sure (Y/N) could easily break your arm.

Rex: Shut up, Kate.

(Y/N): And why do you want to arm wrestle with me exactly?

Rex: Eve told me about your weight room catastrophe earlier today.

(Y/N): She did?

(He looks at Eve.)

Eve: Sorry.

Rex: She's not. I mean, of course she told me. We tell each other everything.

(Y/N): I'm sure you two do.

(He looks back down at his phone.)

Rex: Dude! Come on!

Robot: I wouldn't pursue this any further, Rex. The probability of you beating (Y/N) in an arm wrestling match is extremely low.

Rex: That doesn't sound right.

(Y/N): I'd listen to Robot on this one.

Rex: Don't tell me you're scared, Juggs?

(Y/N's about to crush his phone but he refrains from doing it.)

(Y/N): Okay, Rex. But don't blame me for what happens next.

Rex: Holy crap, finally!

(The two walk towards a table, sit across from each other, & lock hands.)

Rex: You know the rules, right?

(Y/N): Let's just get this shit over with.

Robot: Three...two...on--

Rex: Wait!

(Y/N): What?

Rex: Eve, a good luck kiss?

Eve: [chuckles] Sure.

(The two kiss.)

(Y/N): *tightens his grip on Rex's hand*

Rex: Do the countdown again, Robot!
Robot: As you wish. Three...two...one!

(Rex starts frantically trying to push Y/N's hand down to no avail.)

Rex: [groans] You've got to be shitting me.

(Y/N): [yawns]

(Rex then uses his other hand & places it on top of their locked hands & starts pulling it down. Again to no avail.)

Rex: [chuckles dryly] Juggs, buddy. I forfeit.

(Y/N): Nah.

*SLAM*

(He slams Rex's hand straight to the table, shattering it.)

Kate: Wow!

Rex: [yells in pain]

Robot: I tried to warn you.

Rex: *holding his arm* Shut the hell up! [winces] (Y/N)!

(Y/N): Finally got my name right at least.

(Rex is about to walk up to Y/N but Eve stands in front of him, holding him back.)

Eve: Rex, drop it!

Rex: You want me to drop it?! My left hand and arm are completely fucked!

(Y/N): I didn't even slam you that hard. Just from looking at it, your arm is sprained but your left hand definitely looks broken.

Rex: You hear that, Eve?!

Eve: (Y/N)--

(Y/N): I'm going, I'm going. Let me know when the next mission is or whatever, cool? Cool.

(He leaves the Teen Team base.)

Burger Mart

(We see Y/N sitting in a booth, eating a burger & fries.)

(Y/N): [chewing]

(He's looking around the restaurant to see someone that looks familiar to him.)

(Y/N): *mouthful* Hey.

Burger Mart Employee: Huh?

(Y/N): Yeah, you.

Burger Mart Employee: Are you calling me over?

(Y/N): [swallows] Sorry. I am.

(The Burger Mart employee walks over to Y/N's booth.)

Burger Mart Employee: What can I do for you, sir?

(Y/N): I'm pretty sure we know each other.

Burger Mart Employee: Do we?

(Y/N): Do you go to Reginald Vel Johnson High School?

Burger Mart Employee: I do.

(Y/N): I knew it! Hm...don't tell me your name. Dick?

Burger Mart Employee: Mark.

(Y/N): Mark Grayson! We have English together.

Mark: Oh yeah. (Y/N) Marko, right?

(Y/N): Yes, sir. So, I heard Todd kicked your ass.

Mark: [sighs] He did.

(Y/N): How does that happen? Todd ain't shit.

Mark: That may be true. Unfortunately I don't look like you.

(Y/N): I'm going to tell you something, Mark. You've probably heard it before, it's a well known quote. But I digress; "It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog."

Mark: But we're not dogs.

(Y/N): Why are taking it lit—you're joking.

Mark: I am.

(Y/N): [chuckles] You're not bad, Mark. Not bad at all.

Mark: Thanks, (Y/N).

(He starts walking back to the counter.)

Mark: I'll see you in English.

(Y/N): Until then.

(Sometime later, Y/N walks out of Burger Mart.)

(Y/N): [yawns] I should head home.

(He looks out of the corner of his eye to Mark near some dumpsters.)

(Y/N): I think that bag has a hole in it.

Mark: It's about time.

(Y/N): Damn.