Simon never really liked you, rather, he… tolerated you. He just thought you were loud, too carefree. It irked him that you were able to smile without having to force it. Whatever, as long as you didn’t bother him, he wouldn’t bother you.

Now, Simon was in the base’s small gym, thankfully being the only one there since he usually went in the asscrack of dawn. He loaded the weights onto the bar, preparing himself for a few reps of deadlifts. He had his headphones on, so when you came trotting in he didn’t seem to notice.

You walked in with a few other soldiers, talking somewhat loudly as you tossed your workout bag to the side. Seemingly, you hadn’t noticed him either.

Simon looked up from adding the weights, catching sight of you in the mirror in front of him. He internally groaned, letting his head droop a little before lining himself up with the bar.

The sound of his slight grunt caught your attention, your head whipping around to find the source. You spotted him, watching his back muscles flex through his shirt as he lifted the barbell, staring for a moment too long.

Simon, noting your staring, dropped the weight. He looked down at the wraps on his hands, fixing them. “You’re staring.” He muttered, tilting his head towards you, enough for you to hear.