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You stared directly at nagi's back, no shame in hiding your gaze as you sipped on the cup of tea he had given you "what are you making?" You asked, watching as his muscles flexed when he flipped whatever he was making on the pan. Looking at the thin striped tattoo he had on his spine
His hair was tied back into a small ponytail as his hair wasn't that long, which revealed the tattoo on his neck and jawline "omelette" he answered, sliding a plate to you whilst he held the pan with his other hand "we're sharing a plate, I don't want to wash more than two dishes" you hummed "that's fine" you reassured, aware that- that wasn't a question
He placed the omelette onto the big plate and handed you a pair of wooden chopsticks in which you took and snapped them to seperated them. "How long do you workout a week?" You asked taking a bite out of the omelette as he leaned over the counter, facing you who was sitting on a stool on the other side of the counter
He placed his forearm against the cold marble and in his other- he held the chopsticks "I don't know" he answered truthfully before going silent, you didn't speak as you wanted to give him some time to think "I think thirteen hours a day" he states "it depends how i feel and wether or not reo will come" your eyes widened "thirteen? That's a lot, how are you not tired for your games?" You asked and he shrugged
"During the project, we would train all day every week. So it's actually easier on my body. How about you?" He asks and you hummed "five hours a day" you laughed "you do more than double my hours. I'm surprised you aren't really buff by now"
"I don't eat a lot of calories a day, that's why" your eyes widened a little "what? How much fat do you have in your body?" He lifts four fingers "four percent, the rest is muscles and... other stuff, I'm not a doctor" you chuckled, even though he changed a lot there's similarities of him now and before
Your face lit up when you suddenly got an idea, snapping your fingers "hey, can I post a picture of you like this?" You asked and he cocks an eyebrow, eating the last bite of the omelette "on your social media? That's not a good idea if you don't want your fans to ask you questions left and right" you grinned, crossing your arms over the counter and resting your cheek on them
"True, and Kurina might kill me but I want to. Just imagine how much attention the photo will get" you take your phone out of your pocket "can I?" You asked again "I don't mind either way, do what you want" You aimed the camera at him, making sure to get his naked upper body in the frame "what should I put the caption as? I'm posting it on instagram" you hummed, clicking on the white circle and looking at the picture you took
He shrugs "tag me though, if you want attention then that'll give more to it" you grinned "you're right" you start typing on your phone until you clicked a button and the photo gets posted on your story "there, it's done" you showed him your phone screen and he takes some time to read the caption
"Favourite company?" He reads out loud before his stoic face falls and he breaks into an idiotic grin, his dimples showing and his gaze softening "do you mean that?" He asked and you smiled, leaning your cheek against your knuckles
