Imagine: Eric and Four push you to your limits during initiation because they see your potential, your strength impresses Eric and he develops a lot of respect for you along with a small crush.
“Let’s go Y/L/N! Get your ass off the mat!” You hear Eric yell, your vision is blurred with sweat and blood, but you push yourself off the mat once again and face the monster of a boy that you’re fighting against. You take a deep breath and analyze your options while dodging yet another punch. Okay Y/N, Josh may be twice your size, but you’re a lot faster, what’s his weakness? Think Y/N, think! It finally hits you, you can’t aim for his stomach, he has it covered at all times, you can’t aim for his head because it’s too obvious, but you can aim for his neck. You kick him in the shin to act as a distraction, you take advantage of the split second that you have and you strike him on the side of the neck. You hit the perfect nerve and he’s instantly on the ground, out cold, “And we’re finished, get him to the infirmary, and you, Y/L/N, get yourself cleaned up.”
“Can I go to the infirmary Eric? This gash feels pretty deep,” You ask your trainer, pointing to your forehead.
“Man up initiate, there’s still a lot to do today, I can’t have all my initiates leaving in the middle of training!” This wasn’t the first time that Eric was pushing you harder than the rest of the initiates. No, every single training session was like this, Four and Eric were constantly on your case, ‘You can do better than that Y/L/N!’ or ‘You call that a throw?’ or, your personal favourite, ‘You’re the reason the saying, “You hit like a girl” exists!’. It was as if you were never good enough for them, you were the top of your year, yet they treated every other initiate better than you. You on the other hand weren’t one to back out of something, if they were going to try and break you, you wouldn’t let them.
“Earth to Y/N!” You quickly blink, snapping back to reality as your close friend, Jacob, waves his hand in front of your face, “You might want to get back to the punching bags, Eric is shooting daggers at you with his eyes.”
You look over your shoulder, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
“Why does he hate you so much?”
“I honestly have no idea,” You groan.
“Y/L/N! You’re not here to have a nice little chat, get back to training,” Four yells at you from the other side of the room. Without an argument, you go to the punching bags, and even though every muscle in your body is screaming at you in agony, you begin relentlessly throwing punches. Your surroundings disappear, it’s just you and this imaginary enemy in front of you, you attack it with every ounce of your strength.
“Y/N? Y/N!” The voice brings you out of your violent daze, and you see Four and Eric standing on either side of you.
“What are you still doing here initiate?” Eric asks, “Class was dismissed an hour ago.”
“Eric and I came back to discuss ranks and we saw you in here like this,” Four gestures up and down your body.
“I-I just lost track of time,” Your tiredness finally hits you, and you feel like you might throw up.
“Have you been punching that bag ever since we left?” Four asks, his voice is laced with worry.
“Um, I think so,” You honestly felt just as confused as the two instructors looked.
“You look extremely pale Y/L/N, get back to the dorms. Besides you’ll have to be up early tomorrow,” Eric says.
“I-yeah, I think you’re right,” You drawl, exhaustion fill every inch of your body, you can feel the corners of your vision getting darker but you ignore it and walk towards the door. Before you know what’s happening, you feel yourself fall, and everything goes dark.
I turn towards the papers that Four has spread out in front of him, suddenly we hear a thud, I look up and see Y/N on the ground, “Shit!”
Four and I rush up to her, attempting to shake her awake, but her eyes stayed shut, Four calls her name but she still doesn’t respond. Y/N was strong, the strongest in the batch of initiates, probably the strongest I’ve seen since I joined the faction, which is why we always pushed her so hard. We knew she could take it and we wanted to bring out the best in her, but maybe this time we may have gone too far, “You finish with the paperwork Four, I’ll take her to the infirmary.”
He nods at me, as I lift her into my arms and carry her to the infirmary, she asked me to let her go to the infirmary earlier, she never accepts defeat, she must have been really hurt, I should have let her go, I was so stupid! What was I thinking?!
I visit the infirmary the next morning before training and the nurse informs me that Y/N still isn’t awake, but she should be okay.
I make my way to the training room and begin the day as usual, my thoughts constantly wandering back to her.
“Any news on Y/N?” Four asks, coming up from behind me.
“She’s still unconscious, nurse says that she worked herself too hard, she should be alright though,” I say nonchalantly. There aren’t many people who are able to gain my respect in such a short period of time, but somehow Y/N did, she’s truly born to be a Dauntless.
“What did I miss?” A familiar, cheery voice snaps me out of my trance.
“Y/N?” Four calls out before I turn around, “What are you doing here?!”
“The nurse said I was okay to leave,” She shrugs.
“You shouldn’t be here Y/N, you should have just gone back to the dorms,” I say to her.
“I can’t afford to miss a training session,” This girl is truly crazy, and frankly, I really like it.
“Well if that’s wha-”
“No Eric, she needs to get some rest.”
“Four, she can do whatever the hell she wants. If she feels alright enough to train then let her train,” I say.
“Thank you Eric!” She says clapping me on the shoulder before walking towards the bags.
She sure is something special, I catch myself slightly smiling, but I quickly wipe it away, this girl better become a leader after initiation.