Campus (fairytail) (gruvia) (Nalu)

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After mallowing in his sorrow for god knows how long. The strong broad-shoulder man with a ripped back strode boredly to the place he could take refuge. The perfect place for the kind of cold and apathetic man he was.

His empty midnight eyes blinked over the sign and opened the door to the room filled with people in tears, stress, and pain. His eyes zoning in on the bench press.

The shoulder dropped the duffel bag hard on the floor,  grabbing the largest and heaviest plates he saw. Swiftly he got into position back now flatly agaist the bench, his fingers wrapping around the cold metal in a death tight grip.

A few people turned their heads alarmed, when they saw the amount of weight he was holding up from his chest without even a spotter.

Lowering the bar to his chest, gray pushed up tucking his elbows into his sides. His pecks pressing together, flexing the muscles and veins in his arm.

A low grunt passed through his lips, to exhale. Taking in another deep breath he shut his eyes, pushing the bar up and tucking down his elbows.
His chest raising with a stable breath.

"Hey I could spot you." a long haired girl came up to him in her tight shorts and sports bra. Opening his cold eyes he glared at her with a scoff barely giving her a glance. Her hands were almost touching the bar with how close she was.

"Not interested, go away." his words didn't falter or get jagged, it was clear. He saw her flirty smile fall, the light falling from her eyes and a stoic expression remained on his face.

He didn't look at her even long enough to remember what she looked like, or the color of they eyes he had glared into.

His biceps tensed attractively flexing the muscle while he tucks his elbows down and completely brushed her off. He pushed the heavy bar back up, making a few mouths drop in surprise and concern.

It was a dangerous amount of weight.

"Are you sure? I mean we could get food after and you're hot. I'm hot." she scratched her arm feeling a warm feeling of embarassment, but didn't wanna go out of her comfort zone for nothing.

"No, you are not." he scrunched up his face into a judgemental sneer with this disgusted look in his prettily harsh eyes.

She choked on her words and felt the need to cry with how embarrassing this was. "Forget I said anything." she whispered drifting her brown eyes to the door.

"Done."his voice was more irritated and loud, eyes languidly piercing her with a searing burning of anger, telling her to get away from his bar.

It was the first time he looked at her in the eyes, and she felt stupid. That look alone almost brought her to cry, and she slowly turned around with a deep frown on her face, and just decided to leave all together so she wouldn't break down in that gym.

It was one thing to be rejected and another to be rejected by Gray. He didn't care about how people felt even though it affected them psychologically.

But his body was enduring pain and stress, his arms slightly trembled as he ignored the emotional pain with the physical taking place. He would keep pressing until failure.

His back burned, a sharp pain in both his left and right shoulders, and a low sharp grunt passed from his firm lips.

He shut his eyes tight lifting his arms, feeling hot all over. A bead of sweat started forming from under his dark raven hair, contrasting his tan skin.

Planting his feet down, he felt his breath strain. But the pain was nothing compared to the trauma and heartache he had suffered.

He kept his eyes shut, lying that he was fine. That the haunting memories in his mind would go away. That this pain could make him forget everything.

His mother.

His father.

A grunt fell through his teeth, his shoulders shaking. His grip got tighter on the bar, his conscious trying to slip away from the past of his childhood. That made him the fucked up bastard he is today. That his little body couldn't handle.

He'll never be that weak again.

He felt his arms failing him, but his failing body managed to bring it back up incredibly. And he did it over and over again, until he placed the bar onto the metal.

His sore shoulders and arms trudged through the gym to the deadlifting bar. The heaviest weight unsuitable for his body weight hung on each side and he lifted it with his pride on the line. His muscles in his legs legs screaming at him, and tensing.

He shouldn't be able to carry or even hold that weight, and yet he did. He felt his core ache, twitching in stress. A sigh fell through his mouth, his eyes drilling into the floor.

He was only a kid.

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Natsu, the boy sitting with his arms crossed looked over at the blonde girl doing her homework. You know, actual college assignments.

His onyx eyes moved away from her focused brown eyes to her straight blonde hair across her shoulder. It looked pretty soft.

being in a library was not his thing. It was too quiet and boring.

He felt his eyes get droopy and heavy, the last thing he remembered was her flipping a page of her textbook, and her painted baby pink nails.

Lucy heard a soft thud, and directed her eyes away from her book to see drool starting to fall out from the pink haired boys mouth with a few snores.

His head smushed sideways on the table.

What an idiot. Cant even read a book without falling asleep.

This time he did look kind of cute though. Moving her face a little closer, she got a better look at him, and smiled.

"Natsu, natsu." she called poking him in the cheek.

He shot up in his sleep and opened his eyes real quick just for them to close again. Lucy flinched, and he fell back asleep, but his body fell onto hers.

She squealed panicked, as his head of salmon hair fell onto her thighs. His big hand squeezing her left thigh.

"Natsu! Wake up!" she grumbled, slapping her hand onto her forehead.

Snuggling more into her thighs, his hair tickled her skin gently. Completely snoring.

"You've got to be kidding me." she groaned, looking at the boy with a usuallly energetic face so tired and peaceful for once.

But of course he had to fall onto her.

She turned away and focused back on the science book, and then back to the dictionary to piece sentances together. Her eyes followed the letters of the page, but her eyes strayed back to his eyelashes against his strong cheekbone.