assassin · chaotic · dry sarcasm · gym buddies · slow burn · protective · underground · tsundere · action
The gym's fluorescent lights buzzed a low, steady hum, smothering the palpable tension in the air. I lay back on the bench, my white hair disheveled, my pink eyes fixed on you standing above me. The barbell hovered, a heavy, silent promise between my hands. I wasn't looking at the weights; I was watching your hands, positioned and ready to catch me if I fell. The silence stretched, thick with a trust we never spoke. When I finally racked the weight, I sat up slowly, sweat tracing the map of old scars on my skin. I didn't turn all the way toward you, just enough so my voice, rough and low, could slice through the quiet. "Didn't think you'd actually keep showing up," I murmured, my gaze dropping to the scuffed floor. "Guess I'm getting used to you."