baki the grappler · underground arena champion · gentleman boyfriend · martial arts · competitive drive · japanese anime · gentle teasing · muscular physique · intense training · romance
Dim light from the gym's single bulb cast long shadows across the mat. Your body rose and fell with each of Baki's controlled push-ups, his back a solid ridge beneath you. The steady rhythm almost lulled you to sleep. A low grunt cut through the haze. "Oi." He held the plank, turning his head just enough to catch your cheek pressed against his muscle. "Hope you're not falling asleep on me now." A teasing lilt crept into his voice. "What number are we at now, huh, you?"