COTE one shots

Gym buddies

I walked into the gym, the sound of weights clanking and huffled conversations stroked my ears. It was a pleasing sound to say the least. The sun was just rising, radiating a beautiful orange ray through the transparent glass of the gym windows. And the weather was just perfect, sunny but with a light kick of the breeze to cool down a persons face. I loved going to the gym, it was always a means to seek solace from the class conflict and Horikita's naggy behaviour. I had rented my own private place in the gym. Not really private because anyone could buy it and join me. It was a 100000 point fee tho, so no students would spend that much on the gym. But I did, everything about that part was better. As I scanned my keycard and opened the doors to my part of the gym, I felt at peace. The provocative scent of freshly racked weights travelled up my nostrills (if that even has a smell), striking me with a sense of nostalgia. Everything was great, the weights were perfect, the treadmills were spotless, everything looked and smelt nice. Wait, I haven't seen that blob of black before, what is that?

Oh, someone else is here. Colour me suprised, never thought anyone else would be here..

Yamada Albert from class C was benching 1000 kg with ease, he's pretty strong.

(Don't question the numbers, I made them up)

I didn't think anyone else would pay for it, I guess I'll talk to him. He is english, so I should probably communicate in english

"Hi there, how are you?"

Albert looked up at me, his face contorting to a look of mild surprise, perhaps at the fact that I could speak english.

"You speak english?"

"Yeah I do, I learnt it at a young age."

"You paid for this?"

"Yeah I actually got this a month ago, never thought I'd see someone else here."

"Oh well, you wanna hit a few sets with me?"

"I don't mind at all."

"Oh what's your name?"

"Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, nice to meet you Albert Yamada."

"Nice to meet you too."

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It had been about an hour, with me and Albert spotting each other and hitting out chest and biceps. Albert approached me, maybe with a question in mind.

"Do you wanna see what our max bench and squat is?"

"Squats? we didn't even warm up our legs Albert."

"That's the fun bit."

"Sure, why not."

We racked up the weights, our breathing steady and composed. I'll have to hold back of course.

10kg

20kg

30kg

40kg

We sailed the numbers as easily as ever. Gliding the weights up and down our bodies.

Now I'll have to "struggle" a bit. I got 50kg on my arms, and I slowly squatted, "shaking" slightly as I came up.

Albert glided through 50kg as if it was 5, he is pretty impressive.

60kg. I picked up the weights, and slowly descended. I'll have to act like this is my max. In an amazing display of acting, I barely managed to get the weight onto the bar and started breathing heavily.

"That's my max Albert, you carry on."

100kg

150kg

200kg

250kg

300kg and Albert told me his legs were done. This was really amazing to be honest.

Our bench ended with me forfitting at 70kg and Albert doing 500kg.

"Thanks for joining me Albert."

"Likewise, and don't hold back."

"What do you mean?"

"I've worked out enough to know you were messing with me, your really strong you know?"

"Thanks for the compliment and yeah you caught me."

"Can I have your phone number Albert?"

"Sure."

"See you later."

"Bye"

We fistbumped and I left, I hope our friendship blossoms.

AUTHORS NOTE

Please don't question the numbers, it's random bullcrap I thought up.

Keep smiling.