In His Arms | Yujiro Hanma x Reader

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The car glided through the city, the familiar streets blurring past as anticipation thickened the air. Yujiro sat beside her, exuding a calm confidence that was both reassuring and intimidating. The memory of the night before lingered in her mind, amplifying the electric tension between them—a magnetic pull that made her heart race.

As they drove, she found herself stealing glances at him, captivated by the way his muscles shifted under his fitted shirt, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips. In a bold moment, she placed her fingers gently on top of his, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath hers. The simple gesture sent a thrill through her, and she looked away, a smile creeping onto her face. He glanced at her, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, before turning his gaze back to the road, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

No words were exchanged during the drive, but the silence was filled with unspoken promises and anticipation.

When they arrived at his home, she felt a flutter of nerves. The house was imposing yet inviting, a testament to his strength and success. Yujiro stepped out first, his presence commanding, and she followed suit, her heart pounding with excitement.

"Wait here," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument as he gestured toward a bench near the training area. He disappeared inside, leaving her to gather her thoughts.

She took a seat, her eyes wandering as she observed the surroundings. The expansive yard showcased an impressive training setup, and the sun cast a warm glow over everything. The anticipation of seeing him in action made her pulse quicken.

Moments later, Yujiro emerged, wearing nothing but a pair of snug Speedos. Her breath caught in her throat. He moved with a natural grace, his powerful physique radiating confidence. She couldn't help but check him out, her gaze tracing the defined muscles of his arms and chest. Flustered, she bit her lip, attempting to appear nonchalant while heat flooded her cheeks.

Yujiro caught her eye, a smirk forming as he noticed her lingering gaze. "Enjoying the view?" he teased, the playful challenge in his tone making her heart race even more.

"Maybe," she shot back, her voice trying to sound playful, but her voice wavered slightly. "It's hard not to."

With a chuckle, he moved toward the training area, stretching his limbs with fluid movements that showcased both his strength and flexibility. She watched, mesmerized, as he transitioned from one pose to another, the way his muscles flexed and contracted under the sun captivating her. There was something intoxicating about seeing him in his element, fully in control and exuding confidence.

As he warmed up, she felt both drawn to him and intimidated by the raw power he embodied. Her mind raced with thoughts of how effortlessly he seemed to command the space around him, and she couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that crept in alongside her excitement.

Yujiro turned to face her, noticing the way she sat on the bench—her posture inadvertently inviting, her legs crossed in a way that drew attention. A flicker of desire sparked in his eyes, and he couldn't help but appreciate how sexy she looked in that moment. She was a mix of confidence and fragility, and it intrigued him.

After an intense stretching session, he dove into the 20 km/h pool, cutting through the water with precision and speed. The powerful butterfly strokes revealed his strength, the way he propelled himself forward at a remarkable pace. As he swam, she felt the tension between them simmer, the air charged with an unspoken understanding. She found herself entranced, unable to look away as he swam effortlessly, the water glistening against his toned body.

When he finally jumped out of the pool, muscles taut and glistening, he walked over to her, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You look like you're thinking about something dangerous," he observed, leaning closer, his voice low and sultry.