𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑✔ | 𝐍.𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

𝐆𝐎𝐀𝐋; 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑

[a/n; goal...meet a hot trainer.]

"Hey, watch where you're going fat bitch."

"Right back at you dumb bitch."

You mumbled under your breath as you pushed through a crowd of people to get to your bus stop. Days like this were a lot more common than you'd think. Bussling people rushing to get to their day jobs and make it home to their families in hopes of having dinner with their little familes while you, struggle to pay for your apartment.

You were running late. You had to make it to the bus before you had no way to work. Again. It was the third time this week that you'd been late and your boss has been on your ass everyday since.

Finally you waited in the large crowd of people looking down at your phone to avoid the awkardness of others sneaking glances at you. You wondered if you just ignored all the stares how long it'd take for them to look away.

That was until you felt a nudge on your shoulder. Naturally you glanced up meeting eyes with your long time friend, Nobara. She smiled at you the two of you nudging each other back and forth before she tosses her head back in a laugh.

"You should have seen your face! You look so tense and you havent even made it to work yet. Everything alright Y/n?" Nobara asked a hand against your shoulder.

"Just not excited to get to work is all." You sighed, turning your phone off and putting it in your pocket. Just then you realized how tight your jeans had gotten. This morning you struggled with getting into your uniform and well, that had gotten you into quite the sour mood.

"I can tell. Your face is all droopy and pouty honestly youre making me depressed." You made a face at her earning a soft chuckle from the ginger haired woman. "And I'm already pretty depressed."

The two of you moved forward once you noticed that the bus had come. Well, you might call it a train considering how many people had to get on at this time of day. The two of you took your place next to each other looking at all the people passing by. There were a specific group of men who seemed to have trouble keeping their eyes anywhere but Nobara. You noticed this, but she seemed acustomed to it.

You wish you had that super power.

To just...not care if someone were looking or not.

Just then your eyes met another pair across from you accidentally earning a sneer from the man. You quickly looked into your lap while Nobara scrolled on her phone. It were a while before she said anything else as she seemed throughly entertained with the instagram reels she scrolled through. Until finally...

"Hey! Y/n look!" She exclaimed suddenly sitting upright in her seat. You moved next to her watching a video of a rather attractive man showing off his back. Your eyes glued to the screen the moment you took in the sight.

His body was incrediably defined like he were completely...unreal. Your eyes widened more as he went through some of his routine. He must be one of those work out enthusiasts. The ones who post their every work out.

"Isn't he hot?" She giggled earning a nod from you. "Well, he's starting classes tailored towards women. I think hes some kind of feminist." She laughed at the very thought. "Or perv." You added to which she shrugged.

"I wouldn't mind it at all." Nobara admits tucking some of her hair behind her ear with a devilish smile. "I'd do all kinds of flips for that man. Where do I sign up?"

"Thats actually gross." The two of you laughed too loud earning looks from everyone around you. You sank a bit lower into your seat hoping to avoid the heated glares. You didn't realize just how obvious you were amongst them. You didn't realize how much you stuck out.

Even in your crappy work uniform you felt like you were an eye sore.

"Fuck all those stuck up pricks." You heard her say as she went back to her phone. Eagerly she scrolled through the comments and just like that she somehow manage to find the address to the gym where he were having the classes.

"It says here that he's a self defense instructor and a personal trainer." Her voice curved as she said the words showing her interest in taking the class. You wished you had that confidence. Working out in front of people was almost like a nightmare come true for you.

You shuddered just thinking of how personal it was. Well, he was a personal trainer. "I dunno about the whole fitness thing." You said lowly hoping that you were not showing just how fearful you were of attending. As if his looks werent intimidating enough you'd hate to be the only girl in the class with a pudge and huge thighs.

Nobara always said that she admired your body and that guys should be all over you.

You couldnt help but snort at the idea.

Guys were typically complete assholes to women they had zero interest in. Especially if you had someone different about you. And guys seemed to be unavoidable.

"Whatdya mean? We could take the class together and take out some of our pent up emotions. It'd be great to have a girlfriend to go with." She practically pleaded with you taking hold of your hand and squeezing it reassuringly. "How bad could it be if you've got me? And besides i'll treat you to lunch if and only if we do go."

You sighed once more.

If Nobara was there with you maybe you would feel safe. The idea sounded absolutely horrible. There was no way you could focus on your workout when you were worried about everyone else staring at you. You worried what he'd think the moment he laid eyes on you.

Oh the thought alone you couldnt bare it.

"Uhm..."

"Come on Y/n! What's the worse that could happen?" You remembered her saying and somehow, here you were awaiting your instructors arrival.