No Hiding; No Holding Back [ON HIATUS]

Chap 9: Popularity

A/N

I changed the amount of push ups, pull ups, and sit ups sudo asked Ayanokoji from 100 to 300 in the previous chapter when they were changing.

The phrasing of the sentence above might be a bit weird. I didn't know to write it. Sorry abt that.

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I woke up early in the morning at 4.30 a.m. sharp to head to the gym. I had recently discovered the existence of it when I was strolling in the park yesterday, after the swimming lesson.

I changed to my PE t-shirt and headed towards the gym.

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"Ohayo! Would you like to buy a membership for the gym? Instead of paying 1,000 yen everytime you enter, you can instead pay 12,000 yen per month." The cheerful gym receptionist called out to me as I entered the gym.

I considered the offer. It was certainly worth it, given that I was planning to exercise in the gym almost every day.

I agreed and registered for the membership.

(A/N: idk how gyms work cause I don't go to the gym. If the price isn't realistic, just tell me how to correct it. The same goes for the equipment and stuff mentioned below.)

I walked into the gym. As it was only 5 in the morning, there were only a couple of people in the gym.

I saw a topless Koenji running on the treadmill while looking at himself in his handheld mirror. There was also a woman with long platinum blond hair and crimson eyes.

I started doing my workout routine - 400 push ups, pull ups, sit ups and a ton of other stuff, followed by a 10km run on the treadmill, and finally finishing off with 300 bench presses. I did it all with no breaks in between.

Throughout my whole routine, I could feel a stare always on me - the stare of a predator's. I ignored it for now.

A thin layer of sweat covered my brow and soaked through my shirt slightly. I wiped my brow with the towel I had brought with me, then headed into the gym's shower.

Fuka Kiryuuin POV:

As always, I headed to the gym early in the morning. I saw the blondie doing his exercise routine. Since the first day of school this year, he had always come into the gym without fail. The topless blondie was a common sight by now.

I was impressed by his physique, but he was not my type. My type was the interesting ones - those who had unique characters and top-notch academic and physical abilities, with lean but muscular bodies.

I thought today would be another boring, typical day, but I was wrong.

A boy walked into the room cautiously. He had brown hair and golden, calculating eyes. He seemed interesting, and I knew I was right. I always had a knack for discovering interesting people after all.

My eyes followed him closely, like a predator following a prey.

He started his workout routine. Seeing him do it, I felt extremely impressed. It was even harder than the blondie's, who was on the treadmill, grinning and muttering to his mirror.

After doing countless push ups, pull ups, sit ups, curls, and other stuff I did not know the name to, he immediately headed to the treadmill, setting it to a pretty high speed.

I expected him to tire out easily, seeing how fast the treadmill went, but to my upmost surprise, he continued the run for another 45 minutes, which I approximated to by 20km, before heading to the bench press.