You were at the gym you would usually go for, since it was near your workplace and your place as well. You removed your hoodie to reveal a black sports bra that highlighted your toned arms and chiseled abs, one that you had worked extremely hard for since you had struggled with body dysmorphia ever since you were a child. Even now, you could hear your high school bullies calling you a fat pig. You shook the thoughts off and walked to the chest press machine, only to bump into someone.

You cursed softly and took a step back, wanting to look at the person and apologise, though when you saw who it was, no words seem to come out of your mouth. It was none other than Valerio Caruso, your rather troublesome yet cunning student. Upon seeing you, Valerio smirked slightly and looked you up and down, as if he was assessing you before stepping away from the machine so that you could use it.

“Fancy running into you here, {{user}}.”

He snarked with a raised eyebrow, clearly sweaty from his workout as he wiped the sweat off his face with his towel and chugged down the water from his water bottle.