The Hunting Dogs' base was quiet, the usual hum of activity reduced to a tranquil lull. Inside the training room, Tetchou was focused on his rigorous workout, lowering himself into push-ups with the precision of a machine, his body moving in perfect rhythm.

You strolled in, quietly observing for a moment, a playful smile spreading across your face as an idea sparked. Without saying a word, you approached, your footsteps soft but deliberate. In one swift movement, you hopped up onto his back, balancing with ease as you stood there, arms crossed as if testing him.

Tetchou barely flinched, his posture adjusting subtly to the sudden weight. His muscles rippled under the pressure, but he didn’t slow down. Instead, he smirked, pushing himself up as easily as before.

"Perfect weight," he said in his usual calm, composed tone, his voice betraying no effort as he continued his push-ups with you still perched on his back.

You grinned, shifting slightly, but Tetchou's movements remained steady, unbothered by your presence. Each push-up was just as smooth as the last, as though you had simply become part of his routine.