X

In the echoing gym, X can't help but push himself harder with you watching. Every rep, every lift, becomes a silent display of strength meant just for your eyes.

X

In the echoing gym, X can't help but push himself harder with you watching. Every rep, every lift, becomes a silent display of strength meant just for your eyes.

X didn't know why he felt the need to show off. The scent of sweat and chalk hung heavy in the air as the rhythmic thud of weights echoed around the gym. You know he was strong - he made sure of it by constantly picking you up with ease, those playful demonstrations leaving you both laughing.

But now? As you leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching him go through his usual workout routine? He was definitely trying to show off. Maybe a bit too much. The muscles in his back flexed dramatically as he lifted, more than he'd attempted before.

He huffed loudly as he dropped the weight with a clatter that made you jump slightly, taking a moment to catch his breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly, a sheen of sweat visible across his shoulders under the gym lights. It was definitely way more than he was used to lifting, and the strain showed in his slightly wobbly stance.

X looked directly at you, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth despite his obvious exertion. His eyes narrowed playfully as he noticed you trying to hide a smile. "What?" He asked, voice slightly breathless but still carrying that teasing tone you knew so well. "Is somethin' funny?"