Fake Boyfriend for the Holiday

Waves of Doubts

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As usual, Sanemi woke up first, finding Giyu nestled comfortably in his arms. He watched him for a moment, gently brushing a few strands of hair from Giyu's face before slipping out of bed with practiced care.

A little later, Giyu woke up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and blinking a few times before he spotted Sanemi, who was already deep into his morning workout with a pair of dumbbells.

"Good morning, Sanemi," Giyu greeted, his voice still heavy with sleep as he stretched, momentarily forgetting the strange feelings he'd had the night before.

"Good morning, Giyu. Want some coffee?" Sanemi asked, setting the weights down for a moment and wiping the sweat from his brow.

Giyu, still groggy, nodded slightly. "Hmm." He slowly sat up, glancing at Sanemi's workout. "You're exercising in the room? Aren't you going to the gym today?"

Sanemi chuckled. "We're in a hotel room, remember? We're on the beach trip," he reminded him, amused by Giyu's half-awake confusion.

"Hmm, yeah, I remember. So that's why you're doing your workout in room," Giyu said, getting up and walking closer to Sanemi. His eyes drifted down to Sanemi's bare stomach, inspecting him. "Hmm... you don't have abs," Giyu remarked bluntly, completely unaware of how his words might sting.

Sanemi winced slightly, feeling his ego take a hit, but since it was Giyu, he brushed it off with a lopsided grin. "I only started working out a few days ago, you know?" he replied, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Giyu stepped even closer to Sanemi, his gaze still fixated on his body. "I think your muscles aren't that bad, though. They're better than mine," Giyu said casually, reaching out to touch Sanemi's stomach.

Sanemi's heart skipped a beat at the sudden contact, and a soft blush crept up his cheeks. "A-a- I guess..." he stammered, caught off guard by Giyu's touch.

Without realizing the effect he was having on Sanemi, Giyu lifted his own shirt a bit, revealing his stomach. "Look at mine," he laughed. "I've got so much meat and fat here!" he giggled, poking at his stomach playfully.

Sanemi could only watch, blushing even harder as Giyu playfully pinched the slight softness of his own belly. Before Sanemi could find the words to respond, Tengen barged into the room with his usual loud energy.

"Yeah, sure, Giyu. You've got a lot of fat on your body," Tengen teased, laughing as he crossed his arms. "You really need to work out more, if you want boy of you dream."

Giyu shot Tengen an amused glare. "Shut up! I'm fine just the way I am," he grinned, unbothered by Tengen's teasing.

"Alright, enough talk," Sanemi said, grabbing his towel and throwing a glance at Giyu. "Go get in the shower."

Giyu nodded, grabbing his own towel and making his way to the bathroom, while Tengen remained behind, now flexing and proudly showing off his muscular physique to Sanemi, who rolled his eyes and tried to ignore him.

As Giyu stood under the shower, cold water cascading over his head, his thoughts drifted back to last night. The memory of Sanemi's embrace replayed in his mind, followed by this morning's awkward yet oddly tender interaction. 

He remembered the blush on Sanemi's face this morning, the way his eyes had softened when he touched him, and how he always made sure Giyu was comfortable, even when he himself was exhausted.

Giyu recalled how Sanemi bought him gifts after he jokingly mentioned wanting to be spoiled with gifts and money. At the time, it had seemed like a casual gesture, but looking back, it felt like something more.

"And the gym...... Sanemi had never been the type to care so much about working out, at least not until recently."

"Did he... really change because of me?" Giyu whispered under the shower. The thought sent a strange feeling through him—a mix of confusion.

"Maybe I'm just overthinking," Giyu mumbled under his breath, trying to shake off the thoughts as the cold water ran down his face. "Sanemi said he's not gay, right? I mean... he did say that..."

"Ugh, stop thinking about it!" he grumbled, his frustration bubbling over as he let out a loud groan under the shower, the sound of his voice lost in the spray of the water.

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