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yuta // going for the gold

original author: sluttyten on Tumblr (link at the end)

description: Yuta's an Olympic hopeful that attends your university. You work for the school paper, and when you're assigned to do a story on the hot-shot athlete, you find a little more there than you bargained for

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Working on the university's campus paper has taken you to a variety of places, introduced you to all kinds of people and experiences. But this was the first time that an assignment had taken you to the campus's aquatic center.

You didn't necessarily know who you were looking for as you walked through the campus's athletic arena, all you had was his name, a picture of him when he was wearing a swim cap and goggles, and the assignment to interview the star swimmer of your university--an Olympic hopeful named Nakamoto Yuta.

You find him in the gym, doing sit-ups in front of a mirror, the only man in there, identifiable as the man you're assigned to write about only because of the bold printed NAKAMOTO across the shoulders of his shirt.

You watch him from the doorway for a moment before stepping inside. There's music playing from a speaker nearby him, and it's not playing too loudly, but apparently it's loud enough that when you clear your throat, when you attempt to speak, he can't hear you.

When he looks up a moment later, he spots you in the mirror, and he jumps slightly. He immediately reaches over to pause his music, and turns away from the mirror to face you.

"Hello?" He runs a hand back through his hair, and you're struck by how attractive he is.

You take a breath and step forward. "Hi, you're Yuta, right?"

He looks a bit wary. "Can I help you?"

"I work for the school paper. We want to do a story on you." His wariness clears up some, but when you give him your name and even offer him a business card that you had made, his expression clears and becomes a smile, a warm smile that draws you in. "We were--Well, I was wondering if I could interview you?"

Yuta scans your business card intently--your name, your university email address, the name of the school paper and the location of the paper's office. He looks back up at you, and being held under the power of his gaze makes you feel warm.

"I have a busy training schedule today," Yuta tells you, "But if you're free, you can interview me while I train."

Your schedule is completely free today. You don't have any classes today since it's a Saturday, and you cleared your day to work on this story because even if you couldn't get him for an interview today you were going to be doing research. You nod, "Yeah, I can do that. It'll be good for the story to have some idea of your daily training."

"Great. I train in here for about another..." He checks his watch, then continues, "Twenty minutes. Then lunch, then I swim against a couple other guys. After that is dinner, and tonight a party."

"Is that how you spend every day?" You ask, swinging your bag around so you can dig out a notebook.

Yuta shakes his head, the corner of his lips lifting into a smile as he watches you digging through your bag for a pen. "No, not most days. Weekdays I have to make time for class, but I start out my day with swimming, take a break in the middle for working out, stretching, weights, whatever it is. I eat, go back to classes, then swim again before dinner, then homework, then asleep by 10pm."

The droll way that Yuta tells you all this makes you feel like it really must be the same set schedule week after week. You let him get back to what he was doing, and occasionally you ask him questions, scribbling down his answers in your notebook, and after a bit he lets you start recording the conversation too for better accuracy in the story later.