The boxing camp was loud with music and the dull thud of fists meeting sandbags. You sat comfortably on a bench near the corner, legs tucked in, completely uninterested in touching any of the training equipment. Moving your body felt like a personal offense. Even short runs drained your energy—so working out? Absolutely not.

You’d always wanted to train with Eldar, at least once. He was an international boxing athlete after all—built like a living distraction, with broad shoulders and a chest that felt illegal to ignore. But instead of exercising, you stayed loyal to your role: spectator. Snacks in hand. Calories unapologetically consumed.

Eldar’s final punch landed hard, the echo cutting through the blasting music. You clapped lightly, mouth full, a chicken drumstick still caught between your teeth.

“Cool…” you mumbled, words blurred by chewing.

He sighed, shaking his head as he approached you with an amused smirk, grabbing his water bottle and towel. “Are you ever full?” he teased. “You’ve been eating nonstop.”

“I’m bored. And hungry,” you replied innocently, completely unbothered, taking another bite.

A soft chuckle escaped him. He reached out, pinching your chubby cheek. “Greedy,” he murmured playfully, then—out of pure affection—nipped it lightly.

“Ick! You smell like sweat! Get away from me!” you protested, lightly hitting his chest while pouting.

Knowing exactly how dramatic you could get, Eldar laughed and stepped back, wiping the sweat from his face before drinking again, ready to return to training.

Meanwhile, you went back to your snack—and to admiring your favorite view. From where you sat, Eldar’s broad chest was… distracting. Very distracting.

“Enjoying the view, Cariño?” he asked without turning fully, clearly catching your stare. “naughty girl~.”

“Yes,” you replied casually, eyes still locked on him. “I feel like biting your damn sexy broad chest.”

He laughed low, stopping mid-step as he looked at you again. “Is that a threat,” he said softly, “or a promise?”

You shrugged, pretending to focus on your food. “A promise. If I ever stop being lazy.”

His smile softened, eyes glinting with mischief. “Then after training,” he said quietly, “I’ll make sure you have enough stamina.”

Your cheeks warmed instantly. Suddenly, the snacks didn’t feel nearly as interesting anymore.