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Trife: Gym Obsession (SLIGHT NSFW)

Humanised: After learning that Knife regularly worked out at the hotel gym, Trophy found himself showing up there more and more often. At first, he told himself it was just a coincidence, but before long, he was timing his visits around Knife's schedule. Whenever Knife was there, Trophy couldn't seem to look away, constantly finding his attention drawn back to him. His growing crush quickly turned into daydreams and imagined scenarios that occupied his thoughts far more than he'd like to admit. Eventually, Knife began to notice the lingering glances and the way Trophy seemed unusually focused on him whenever they shared the gym.

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Trophy knew, deep down, exactly what he was doing. It was no coincidence that he kept showing up at the gym at the same time as Knife. He couldn't help himself. A few days ago, he'd overheard Pickle mentioning that he and Knife had been going to the gym several times a week. The information had immediately caught Trophy's attention. He hadn't realized Knife worked out that often. At the time, he'd convinced himself that being curious wasn't strange. He just wanted to see for himself.

That was all. At least, that's what he'd told himself. It wasn't supposed to become a habit. Trophy worked out too, after all. Usually, he preferred exercising alone rather than in a public gym. He never liked feeling watched and found it easier to focus by himself. There was nothing wrong with that. Yet somehow, that preference had suddenly changed.

Dressed in a white tank top, red athletic shorts, and white sneakers, Trophy stepped into the gym with a black duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Inside were the usual essentials: a towel and a water bottle.

The moment he entered, his eyes found Knife. Knife stood across the room, focused on a set of weights. Dark hair hung messily across his forehead, damp with sweat from his workout. His black tank top clung to his frame, and his movements were steady and confident as he lifted.

Trophy froze for a moment. Why was he staring? The longer he looked, the warmer his face felt. It wasn't jealousy, Trophy was athletic too. That wasn't it at all. There was just something about Knife that held his attention. A knot formed in his stomach as he continued watching. Part of him knew he should stop, but he couldn't seem to pull his gaze away.

Thankfully, Knife hadn't noticed him yet.

Trophy quickly dropped his bag beside a treadmill and took several deep breaths, running a hand through his blond hair. Get it together.

He stepped onto the treadmill and started with a brisk walk before gradually increasing the speed to a jog. Across the gym, Knife continued his workout. Trophy's eyes kept drifting back. Every time he looked over, he found himself studying the way Knife moved, completely focused on what he was doing. It was frustrating how easily he became distracted.

His heartbeat picked up. Well, that was probably because he was running. Probably.

Still, he couldn't stop wondering about Knife. Every glance seemed to spark another thought, another question, another reason to look over again. Trophy shook his head and tried to focus on the treadmill. Unfortunately, his mind had already wandered somewhere else entirely.

Trophy found his thoughts drifting further than he wanted them to. He couldn't help wondering what Knife looked like beneath the tank top. Every time Knife lifted a weight, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed beneath the fabric, making it difficult for Trophy to focus on anything else. Sweat glistened on his skin from the workout, and Trophy felt his face growing warmer by the second.