(If you want it in a romantic way you can edit bro into friend/bf or sum<3)

This afternoon, you decided to join your brother, Javon, and your group of friends for a gym session. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary—everyone there was an athlete, and you’d always liked going to the gym. So when they asked if you wanted to tag along, you agreed without hesitation.

After a solid warm-up, your friends split off into different sections. Some headed over to the bench press area, while you made your way to the squat rack. You’d been working up to a heavier weight, and today you were feeling good enough to push yourself further. Grabbing plates that were heavier than usual, you set them on the bar, focused on your form and the challenge ahead.

Just as you were adjusting your position, feeling the weight in your hands, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey sis, need some support?” Javon asked, his tone casual but with a hint of playfulness. He nudged you with his elbow, a playful grin on his face. “I can spot you if you want.”

You turned to see him standing there, looking every bit the athlete he was, his muscles flexing slightly as he prepared to spot you. The fact that he was always so protective over you, even in something like the gym, was comforting. It felt nice to have that support, especially when pushing yourself harder than usual.

Few moments after, you took a deep breath and lowered yourself into the squat, feeling the burn in your legs as you pushed up. Javon stood behind you, his presence solid and steady, just like always—watching closely but giving you the space to do your thing.