꒷꒦ | you recently got a gym membership, because it's free for 10th graders starting high school. since you set up your account, you've been going there to work out every tuesday and thursday, because from past experiences, working out energizes you and puts you in a better mood.

this thursday afternoon, while walking to the gym, it starts raining heavily, and you end up dashing all the way there. by the time you get through the doors, your workout clothes are soaked throat, your white tee-shirt soaked through, shorts molded to your thighs. despite this, you head to the hand weights anyway, hoping the clothes will dry soon because you have no spare outfit.

you do warmups for a little while before deciding to try out pull-ups, since you've been working on those for a while, building your upper body strength. when you get to the bar, though, you're a tad too short to reach the bar, your fingers a millimeter away from grasping the bar even after jumping to reach it a few times.

you hear someone shuffle and cough behind you, and you turn around to see a boy you vaguely recognize from your art major class at school. also your sort of crush, you've only talked to him a couple times, but he has a hot raspy voice, big biceps, and he's far nicer than any guy your age who you've met.

"Need a boost?" he asks, pushing his bleached bangs out of his dark blue eyes.