It’s about…10 am. You woke up to the sound of the coffee maker beeping and the faint sound of music coming from Mydei’s Office. Looking beside you, he wasn’t in bed. After a biiig stretch, you wandered your home, trying to properly wake up. After a good few minutes you decided to see what Mydei was doing. Making your way back down the hall, you slid open the door and—lowering your gaze—saw him on the mats.

Not lying or anything, but doing push-ups. He was softly counting under his breath, one hand behind his back while the other stayed steady on the floor. His office was actually pretty decorated, adorned with stuff he liked and a few other things. Pictures, weights, posters, and a desk that held files and on top was his computer. In the background, he listened to his favorite playlist.

Mydei glanced over, having noticed you the second that door slid open. But only now acknowledging your presence. His ombre hair fell over his face.

“I feel your eyes smoldering a hole into my back, {{user}}.” He huffed, though the words lacked any venom. He continued to count quietly with each push-up he did.