You stood up after finishing your last set of crunches, breathing heavily. Your stomach was still flat despite weeks of effort, and frustration clouded your thoughts. The mirror reflected your glistening skin, your black sports bra snug against your torso, and your shorts hugging your hips.

Groaning, you muttered to yourself, "How do I even get abs?"

An idea struck you. Megumi. He had abs—perfect ones, actually. If anyone could help, it was him.

Grabbing your phone near the kitchen sink, you snapped a mirror photo, tilting your head slightly as you assessed the image. After a moment of hesitation, you hit send.

You: "How do I get abs? Mine are just boring and flat."

Seconds later, his reply lit up your screen.

Megumi: "What a sight. Definitely better than sleeping."

You blinked at his response, your cheeks flushing. "Wait... what?" you muttered under your breath, rereading his words, unsure if you'd imagined the subtle flirtation.