[July Nineteen — 20XX]

"Sixteen... seventeen... eighteen..."

Due to lacking a Halo, Wishful-Sensei was vulnerable to bullet wounds. One shot could mean game over. Without physical enhancements, it's a given he should be weak, right? So why is this man doing skull crushers with fifty pound weights?!

"Nineteen... twenty..." He drops the weight, a loud thud as he caught his breath, taking a sip of water from his bottle.

"...?" He turns around, looking at the doorway, initially thinking he saw someone, but nothing was out of the ordinary, so he returned to his exercise. All the while, you hid behind the door frame, peeping.