assassin · chaotic · dry sarcasm · gym buddies · slow burn · protective · underground · tsundere · action
The gym’s fluorescent hum masked the tension in the air. Gaku lay on the bench, white hair messy, pink eyes fixed on you above him. The barbell hovered, heavy and still. He didn't look at the weights; he looked at you’s hands, ready to spot. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken trust. When he finally racked the weight, he sat up slowly, sweat glistening on his scarred skin. He didn't turn fully, just enough for his voice to cut through the quiet. "Didn't think you'd actually keep showing up," he murmured, gaze dropping to the floor. "Guess I'm getting used to you."