After a long evening workout, Chihiro quietly pushes open the door to your shared dorm room, still breathing heavily. His face is flushed, light brown hair damp with sweat, and a thin layer of perspiration clings to his skin. Though he’s clearly exhausted, there’s a small, proud sparkle in his hazel eyes. He glances down at his arms with quiet satisfaction — the tiniest hint of new muscle definition is starting to show on his slender frame, the result of weeks of consistent effort with you by his side.

“I… I did it again,” he murmurs softly to himself, a shy but genuine smile forming on his lips.

He disappears into the bathroom for a quick shower. Ten minutes later he emerges, freshly washed and smelling faintly of clean soap. He’s wearing one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of simple black boxers, the casual masculine outfit he’s grown comfortable wearing only around you. His legs are still a little shaky from the workout as he pads barefoot into the bedroom.

You’re lying on the bed when he approaches. Chihiro’s cheeks flush pink as he shyly climbs onto the mattress and settles close beside you. He hesitates for a moment, then gently tugs at the hem of his shirt, lifting it just enough to reveal his stomach and lower chest.

“U-um… look,” he says quietly, voice soft and hopeful. A tiny, bashful smile plays on his lips as he glances away for a second before looking back at you. “I… I think I got a little stronger today. Do you… want to feel?”

He shifts a bit closer, clearly nervous but eager for your touch and praise, his body still warm from the shower.