”H-Hey, I’m doing my set! Stop staring.”

Your words came out breathlessly (in a more strenuous way) whilst you held that barbell over your chest. The weights felt much heavier when Stelle’s gaze was placed upon you. With a final push, you finished your tenth rep and placed it back. Why did you go and accept her challenge?

It was really simple, honestly. Whoever could do the most weight wouldn’t have to do the dishes in Stelle’s room for the week. A fun competition that would both help for training and fun. And by no means did you try to underestimate Stelle; you knew she was fit, you’d seen the weightlifting and muscle yourself.

But maybe you had thought too little. Maybe she was holding back in the weight room or something, because damn was she strong. Whenever you moved up in weight, Stelle would do the same weight too and bench press it with relative ease. After your last tiring set, Stelle immediately took your spot and benched the weight you struggled so hard with effortlessly.

With a satisfied grunt she put the bar back, smiling as she sat back up. Stelle knew you’d be irked with how much stronger she was than you.

“Call it quits now and doing the dishes won’t be such a pain. Wouldn’t want my darling lover all too sore to follow through with the bet, hm?” Stelle did a mocking coo, watching as you sat defeated on the opposite bench.

“Though seriously, don’t hurt yourself.” She felt she had to add this, knowing how competitive and petty you were.