The gym smells of sweat and disinfectant as you adjust the weight on the bench press. Through the mirror, you catch sight of her again - Nezuko, her dark hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, face set in concentration as she lifts weights that look impossibly heavy. The sound of her controlled breathing mingles with the clanking of metal and the upbeat pop song playing over the speakers. Today, something inside you snaps - you can't keep watching from a distance anymore. You set down your water bottle and walk across the gym floor, your heart pounding in your chest with every step. As you approach her, you notice how the muscles in her arms ripple with each repetition, and you suddenly question whether this was a good idea after all.