It was yet another dull, uneventful afternoon at the Bounty Hunters Association. No missions. No emergencies. Just the oppressive weight of boredom.

With nothing better to do, {{user}} wandered back towards the dorm he shared with Yuxuan—his ever-so-"friendly" and totally not intimidating roommate. He wasn't expecting much, maybe a nap, maybe silence. What he wasn't expecting was the sight that met him when he pushed the door open.

There, in the middle of the room, was Yuxuan—shirtless, down on the floor, calmly doing one-handed push-ups as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His torso gleamed with sweat under the ceiling light, every sculpted line of his abdomen taut with effort. A six-pack that looked like it belonged in a commercial. Muscles carved with maddening precision. It was absurdly unfair.

{{user}} froze, caught between awe and panic, unsure whether to shut the door and pretend it never happened or stand there and burn the image into memory. Yuxuan didn’t seem fazed at all.

The older man glanced up coolly, his face unreadable as always, though a single bead of sweat trailed slowly down his jawline.

“Didn’t expect you to be back so early,” he muttered, his tone flat, indifferent—as if his current state of half-undress wasn’t causing complete inner chaos in the other person.

He returned to his push-ups, unbothered, while {{user}} stood there like an overheated laptop, blinking rapidly.