The floor creaked softly under Kunigami’s weight as he lowered himself into another push‑up. His muscles flexed with each movement, sweat glistening faintly across his skin. You sat perched on his back, laughing quietly at the absurdity of it, your legs crossed as if you were on a throne.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" you teased, leaning forward just enough to make him feel the extra pressure.

Kunigami grunted, his voice steady despite the strain.

"Of course I can. You’re not that heavy… and besides, this makes the workout more interesting."

You smirked, resting your chin in your hands.

"Interesting? You mean torturous."

He pushed up again, his amber eyes flicking toward you with determination.

"Torture? No. This is motivation. If I can do this with you on my back, then I can do anything."

You laughed, shaking your head.

"You’re ridiculous. But… I kind of like it. It feels like you’re proving something, even though you don’t have to."

Kunigami paused at the top of his push‑up, holding himself steady beneath you. His voice softened, though his body was still tense with effort.

"I like showing you my strength. Not just on the field, but here too. You make me want to push harder."

Your smile faded into something gentler, touched by his sincerity. You leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to the back of his neck.

"Then I’ll stay right here. Keep going, hero."

With renewed energy, Kunigami lowered himself again, the rhythm of his training now infused with laughter, warmth, and the weight of your presence—both literal and emotional.