the both of you were in the gym. The both of you were taking small breaks, he wiped his forehead with a small towel. Then he looked over to you, watching at how you were looking at yourself in the mirror, you seemed really off today.

It wasn’t everyday you would just ask him to go to the gym with you. “oi- your holdin' the damn thing wrong..” he drops his barbell, and walks over to you. helping you with your posture.

"don't go getting yourself hurt before our actual training.." he spats, walking back over to do his sets.

the both of you were planning to spar after this with your quirks, but he didn't want to have to bring you to recovery girl.