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A/N: Ok, so all I can think of is how Thursday used to mean Twerk Thursday thanks to Twerk Team. I'm in a good mood to write this drabble/imagine before I post one of the works I've had in progress since the beginning of February. Maybe this won't make sense; just understand that it's a back and forth in POV. Enjoy, and Thank You for 500+ Followers!
Pairing: Mirio Togata X Fem!Reader
You forgot what it was like to hit the gym. To be around shiny and sturdy gear but didn't let that intimidate you. Certain that you will come in and get shit done as you desired. Your workout days were always focused and never compromised as your demeanor screamed, "fuck off, I'm in the zone." But of course, you could only keep that energy for so long. Within radius, you caught a fellow gym member going hard in the paint. His rep mutual to Insanity and P90X with the strength and tenacity he alluded. Hard to believe someone could be so diligent in keeping their body a certain way. And yet, he managed to stay in focus while sweat dripped from his blonde locks and his shirt off.
What the fuck
He pushed himself to finish his last rep, even breaking into a smile it seemed. Your neck was too tense, staring at him, wondering what it would mean if you could touch what looked to be a ten-pack. How does one even accomplish a goal? Nothing baffled you more than watching how his body twisted and the way his muscles tensed during stretching. Running on the treadmill didn't do anything for your spirit, either. You were at the usual place you always ran, but there just wasn't a slow enough speed to keep you from jumping out your chest as you watched buff blonde, make his way to the cardio station.
He took slow breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth. Too concentrated to bother looking at anyone else, zeroed in on finishing cardio to end their extensive workout he's created for himself in the past year. He struggled at first, but the muscle memory he had from high school helped balance the capacity he thought he lost. It was hard for him to come to the gym and get the usual stare of bewilderment from onlookers. It wasn't uncomfortable because people stared; it was the fact that everyone would usually stop what they were doing. Stuck like a lagged video game.
As he situates next to another gym member, you two make eye contact. It's not long, but he stares at you long enough to lip a small smile. Shaken, you almost trip up on the workout equipment but make a smooth recovery. A smile returned as you finish your meter run, end with stretching for the day, and head home. As you walk the way, the blondie came dramatic gasp echoes.
The blonde confused about how his smile almost made you stumble. The recovery was greater than the outcome, leaving the incident of broken bones left for another patron. As you leave the treadmill, the blonde checks you out, nothing serious until his eyes scan down to your ass. He's dumbfounded by the bandwagon your dragging; he never experiences a derriere like yours with such an elite plump and roundness. His jaw dropped, not even able to stop himself from seeing your reaction to the noise coming from him.
The blonde stares at you shook, by your appearance hair tied back, under a hat while sweat dripped down your neck. Your initial reaction was twisting your face, asking what? But he immediately got off the equipment to move close to you. Pulling you all the way outside of the building. The tug wasn't rough, nothing more than a gentle nudge, but you couldn't understand why. As you reached outside, he rushed out of his thoughts.
"What are you doing out here with all this ass? Double cheeked up on a Thursday afternoon, HELLA ASS. The sun is still out, girl?"