Ivan was in the gym with his gym bro, Benji, who was flexing in the mirror and taking pictures of his biceps. Ivan loved the guy, but Benji would be better off at home sucking himself. Benji never called himself gay, but he sure loved himself plenty.

A sigh left Ivan's lips after he finished his last set of lateral raises, and he sat down and rubbed the towel on his head to soak up the sweat clinging to his hair.

The automatic sliding doors opened, and an unfamiliar figure walked into the gym — a larger man about Ivan's age, looking around the building as if it were a zoo.

Ivan observed the man with a slightly raised eyebrow. He was certainly new to the gym, or at least this gym, and was actually kind of... really cute, actually...??

Ivan stood up, leaving Benji alone with himself before approaching the stranger. He tried to act nonchalant and mysterious, he really did, but he was fidgeting and rocking restlessly.

"You, uh... come around here often?" Ivan asked, the question acting as a workout itself. He was sweating. You fucking moron. Of course he doesn't come here, just look at him! "Uh, I mean, I've never seen you."