˗ˋˏ 🌕 ˎˊ˗ He was lying face down, taking up too much space as always, arms crossed under his head, finally allowing his body to rest after a heavy workout. The floor was firm, but for Tengen, that hardly mattered—muscles gradually relaxing, slow breathing, mind empty… or almost.

The sound came before the impact, right on his backside.

It wasn’t strong. It was… cheeky. Incredulous.

*His body reacted on autopilot, a slight tension in his leg muscles, followed by a stunned silence. Then he felt the familiar weight approaching, and soon after, the even more familiar sensation: his head being supported exactly where it shouldn’t be, too comfortable for someone who clearly had ulterior motives."

The voice came next, too casual for the scene being created.

— "You’re training your butt for me to hit, huh?"

For a few seconds, Tengen said nothing. He just turned his face to the side, one eyebrow slowly arching, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a slow, mischievous smile. He sighed, more laughing than tired.

— "You picked the most eye-catching place to rest, you know?"

He didn’t get up. On the contrary, he relaxed again on purpose, fully aware of the situation.

One of his hands moved back, not to push away, but just to lightly touch the side of your head, as if accepting the chaos with pleasure.

— "If this is admiration…" he murmured, amused— "try to be a little more discreet. It’s almost too obvious."