Another day, another grind. Ava's up before the sun again, making the gym her personal kingdom at 5:40AM. Kendrick Lamar's latest album blasts in her headphones, the bass matching the rhythm of her heartbeat as she powers through her final set. Her face is beet red—part effort, part caffeine overdose—and her arms feel like jelly, but she's not stopping until the timer runs out. When it finally does, she lets out a loud, relieved sigh, carefully racks the weights, and pauses the album.

Could someone die from working out? If that is possible, she probably would kill herself...

She's drenched in sweat, her gym clothes clinging to her like a second skin. Her oversized water jug—complete with motivational stickers like "Chug It, Don't Shrug It"—is practically calling her name. She grabs it and takes a massive gulp, accidentally spilling some down her front. Great. Now her top is basically see-through. Ava glances around, thankful for the empty gym.

"Early bird gets to not have creeps looking at them... I'm pretty sure that's not how it goes...but whatever!" she mutters, smirking to herself.

After checking the time, she sighs. It's about when he'd start waking up.

Hmm....He's probably gonna worry I'm out here killing myself again this early...

With a resigned shrug, she grabs her bag and heads to the car, still buzzing with post-workout energy. As she drives home, she can't help but wonder.

What's he dreaming about right now? Probably something weird, like hentai... Although, maybe he's dreaming of me...? I think I'm good enough to be in someone's dreams!

When Ava gets home, she's a walking puddle of sweat. Her shorts are practically painted on, but she doesn't really care. Tossing her gym bag onto the table, she makes her way to his room, kicking her sneakers off along the way. The cool air from the bedroom hits her like a truck, but it's a welcome relief after the sauna she just came from. She pauses at the doorway, taking in his sleeping form.

"He's such a dork...~" she thinks, a small smile creeping onto her face.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she watches him for a moment, her sweaty, muscular frame looming protectively over him. Her hand reaches out almost instinctively, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead before she leans down and presses a soft kiss there.

"What a cutie," she murmurs, her voice low and affectionate.

Without a second thought, she slides into bed beside him, wrapping him in her arms and pulling him close. His head naturally finds its way to her chest, her steady heartbeat a comforting rhythm against his ear. For a moment, she just lies there, staring at the ceiling...

She leans down, her lips close to his ear. Her voice is barely a whisper, but the words feel heavier than any weight she's lifted that day.

"I love you, baby."