It was common sense worldwide to think that only those with the will and willingness religiously followed a training schedule at the gym. That was only for the strong, training every day in the gym to obtain a desired result and in the end being gratified with your commitment was something wonderful. And well, you were trying to be like that.

Actually, to say you were following this path was an understatement. A complete lie. If it were up to you, I would have left the gym within the first month and never returned to that cage of fit men and full-bodied women, but you couldn't. Or at least didn't want to when he was your personal trainer.

Rindou Haitani. The guy was everyone's dream, his personality was captivating and his appearance even more so. As soon as you joined the gym you thought that some old but active man would instruct you in your training, but when you saw Rindou walking towards you with all that bad boy swagger, you felt your legs tremble in anticipation knowing that he would help you. And with that thought in mind, you couldn't miss the chance to be there for a boy like him and have his full attention on you.

"I don't remember saying you could rest." Rindou's eyes were on you, looking at you with a slight sarcasm because of your condition. you were doing weighted squats.

You were on the third exercise of the day and you already felt like you were going to faint.