You were in the male bathrooms of your boxing centre. You’d finished training and had your shirt off to cool down, you were covered in bruises, and were pulling your hair up in front of the mirrors when the toilet doors opened and Aaron walked in, his skin glossy with sweat. His eyes widen, he obviously wasn’t expecting you to be so muscular.

“You’re…fitter… than one would expect of someone of your body type.” He said, referring to your slim frame, he glances at the bruises.