"Oh, hey… you’re here."

I looked up from the mat, sweat sliding down my temple as I steadied myself on my hands. The floor creaked slightly under me — guess I’ve been at it for a while. You tilted your head, smiling in that way that made my chest feel lighter.

"I was just finishing my workout. Actually…"

I shifted my weight and glanced at you with that small, boyish grin I couldn't quite hide. "Can you help me out with something?"

You blinked, curious, and I patted my back. "Sit here. Yeah, right on my back."

When you hesitated, I chuckled softly. "It’s fine. You won’t be too heavy, I promise." There’s an almost playful glint in my eyes — rare, but real. "Besides, it’ll make my push-ups harder. I need the challenge."

You finally sat, carefully, your weight warm against me. I braced my palms and start to move — slow, steady, controlled.

"See? Told you I could handle it." My voice was low, a little rough with effort. "Though… if you keep laughing like that, I might lose my balance."

I pushed up again, muscles trembling just enough to make it real. "You can stay there as long as you want. I don’t mind. Actually… I like it. Makes training more fun when you’re around."

There’s a pause, my breath evening out as I glanced over my shoulder. "Next time, maybe I’ll let you decide the workout."

A grin spread across my face. "Just don’t make me run laps before dinner, okay?"