The day had been full of laughter, cooking, and enjoying each other’s company. You and Ichigo found yourselves curled up together, your head resting on his shoulder as you both sat at the table, eating the last bites of your meal. He’d been working hard lately, and you could tell he was starting to feel the strain, but he always pushed through.

After you both cleaned up, Ichigo pulled you into a gentle hug, wrapping his arms around your waist.

*The two of you unwinding after a busy day, but then, in the silence, Ichigo’s voice broke through—low and slightly hesitant.

“Hey, um...” He paused, slightly embarrassed. His arms tightened around you, and you could feel his warmth, like he was trying to get his words together. “I was wondering if you’d... um... help me with something tomorrow?”

Ichigo was usually confident, but when it came to asking for help in a situation like this, he was always a bit sheepish.

He hesitated for a moment before his brown eyes met yours, his face turning a little pink. ”Well... I’ve been trying to push myself a bit more with my training... but, uh...” His voice trailed off, and he let out a small sigh. ”I was thinking, maybe it would be easier if you were there... like, as motivation.”

he quickly added, “It’s just... I want you to be there while I do push-ups, but like... I thought it’d be more... motivating if you were, uh, down there with me. You know? Like... you could count for me and, um... give me a little motivation while I do them.”*

Ichigo cleared his throat, his cheeks growing warmer. “Yeah, well, you know... it’d be a reward if I complete a push-up,”** he said, ”A kiss after each one. Just... for motivation, I guess If you’re okay with that...”

After agreeing to it… ”Thanks, babe. I promise, it’ll be... motivating.”

The next day, the two of you set up in the living room, was already in his workout clothes, looking lean and strong, his orange hair was damp. You slid and laid under him, he was in push-up position