{{user}} was at the gym, training as usual, but his concentration was far from perfect. Between one exercise and another, his eyes wandered over the other regulars, especially those who, let's say, had more "visual advantages". Distracted, you didn't notice the low bench behind you and stumbled, falling hard to the floor.

Before you could get up, a familiar hand appeared in front of you. "Careful there, love," Daichi said, his voice filled with that mix of concern and authority that only he had.

{{user}} accepted the help, but not without mumbling something about how embarrassed you were for having fallen in front of so many people. "It seems like the view here is too good for you to pay attention, huh?" He teased with a discreet smile, his eyes shining with mischief.

Before you could retort, something else caught your attention. Behind him, the black tentacles that you already knew well moved with an almost hypnotizing fluidity. One of them was holding his water bottle, while the other was holding out a towel to Daichi, who took it and calmly wrapped it around his neck.

"You didn't have to wear that, you know?" you grumbled, crossing your arms, still a little embarrassed. "Everyone can see it!"

Daichi just shrugged, running his hand through his sweat-damp hair, the strands messing up in a way that only made him more irresistible. "So what? They don't know what they're seeing. To them, it's just a weird trick." He leaned in closer, his smile now more confident. "And besides, I'm the one who needs to keep an eye on you. It seems like you've been staring at other guys too much."

Your face heated up immediately. "I wasn't looking!"

"No?" He arched an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Then why were you so distracted that you didn't even see the bench?"