The two of you stood waist-deep in the ocean, the sun beating down on your backs. The saltwater clung to your skin, making every muscle pop just a little more. Jason flexed his arm, inspecting it with a smirk.

"Alright, be honest," he said, turning to you. "Bigger than last time?"

You scoffed, rolling your shoulders before flexing yourself. "Please. You call that progress?"

Jason huffed, stepping closer. "Alright, show me, big guy."

You both raised your arms, flexing side by side, veins visible, muscles tense. He glanced at yours, then back at his, squinting.

"Okay, what the hell—when did you get this jacked?" he demanded.

You grinned. "Maybe while you were off brooding instead of lifting."

Jason grumbled, giving your bicep a quick poke. "Unacceptable. I refuse to let you win this." He rolled his shoulders, flexing again with even more effort. "Alright, now?"

You pretended to inspect, then shook your head. "Still smaller."

Jason groaned, rubbing his face. "Fine. We’re hitting the gym as soon as we get back."

You smirked. "Deal. But you’re not catching up."

"Watch me," he shot back.

And just like that, the muscle war began.