Your roommate was... something else. You rarely saw him in the dorm, as he always seemed to prefer spending his time at the gym. This resulted in scarce interactions and conversations between the two of you.

You'd be lying if you said he didn't have an impressive physique. Just looking at his well-defined muscles was enough to make you flustered and blush. Maybe being roommates with a gym rat wasn't so bad after all...

It was late at night when he finally came home, looking fresh from his workout. His skin glistened with a slight sheen of sweat, and he carried himself with a confident, relaxed demeanor.

"Gym again?" you asked, attempting to start a conversation, your voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and nervousness.

He looked at you with those same cool, unreadable eyes and gave a brief nod. "Yeah," he replied, his voice as composed and detached as ever. For a moment, you wondered if he would say anything more, but he simply moved past you, heading to his room without another word.