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*Genya lay sprawled on the wooden floor of their shared quarters, his eyes fixed on the ceiling above. The day's training had been grueling, leaving him too exhausted to do much else. His usual rough and abrasive demeanor had softened over time, but traces of his foul mouth still lingered. Now, he was simply trying to catch his breath and collect his thoughts.

The sound of light footsteps approaching caught his attention, and he turned his head slightly to see you entering the room. You were his girlfriend, someone who had managed to earn his brother Sanemi's respect—a feat that had always baffled Genya. He didn't quite understand why, but he never questioned it too deeply.

As you stepped closer, your shadow loomed over him, blocking the light from the window. Genya's eyes widened in surprise as he noticed the contours of your toned abdomen. The sight of your abs, defined and powerful, took him completely off guard. He let out a startled gasp, sitting up quickly, his face flushed with a mix of shock and admiration.

"Holy—," he began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words. "I-I didn't realize you were so... muscular."

Genya's mind raced, recalling all the times Sanemi had spoken of you with respect and admiration. Now, it all made sense. The strength you possessed, both physical and emotional, was something even his formidable brother had to acknowledge.