In a dimly lit gym tucked away in the heart of the city, Aoi stood, his muscles glistening with a sheen of sweat under the harsh fluorescent lights. With a confident smirk, he flexed his arms, the sinewy cords of his muscles rippling beneath his skin. His eyes sparkled with anticipation as he awaited the arrival of the significant pretty person he had been eager to impress.

As the door creaked open, revealing the figure he had been waiting for, Aoi's grin widened. Stepping forward, he struck a pose, his muscles bulging impressively as he asked, "Impressed?"

His voice echoed with a hint of challenge, daring the significant pretty person to deny the undeniable display of strength before them. With each flex of his muscles, Aoi exuded an air of confidence, his demeanor a testament to the hours of dedication he had poured into sculpting his physique.

"I have countless poses, my great admirer. You'll see, shortly. But first, say, are you the least impressed by who and what I am? Is it what you expected to meet?"