Omorashi FanFictions

Denmark

Your p.o.v

We were on our way to the step class at our fitness centre. We walked there, and we planned on walking back. But Mathias was acting strange. His stride, for some reason, was short and fast. We arrived just in time.

"How long is the class?" He asked, biting his lip.

"1h and 45mins" I said, looking around.

"Great..." He said sarcastically. I frowned. We headed up the stairs to the studio, and set up our steps. I noticed he repeatedly shifted his weight. I sensed his discomfort, but I didn't say anything. We started with a basic leg circuit, then switched to a stratle stance. Then Mathias quickly pulled out. Every break we had, Mathias drank lots of water. I think he might have regretted it, because he facepalmed every time. By the time class was over, he was walking on the spot.

"Can we go now?" He said, again biting his lip. We started walking, and Mathias was leaning forward, causing him to slow down.

"Ngh!" I heard from behind me. Sure enough, it was Mathias. He had a mixed expression of surprise and dread. He grit his teeth. Without having to tell me, I now new what his rush was.

"Close call..." He said quietly, but loud enough so I heard. "Do you think...you can make it...?" I said, blushing. "I...I-I don't know..." He said, blushing harder than me. We kept walking. Mathias fidgeting at any given chance. He was now doubled over, his lip now bleeding from biting it, The blood dripping from his mouth. Once I noticed, I decided to say something.

"Mathias, I'm concerned..." I said, stopping. Mathias stopped moving also. "Are you sure your-" I started, interrupted by Mathias drawing in a sharp breath as his eyes widened. He clenched his teeth. "I...I-I can't..." He whimpered through his teeth.

"It's okay..." I said with a sigh. "I...I don't understand..." He said. "Just go. I won't judge." "I refuse!" He defended. "It's not like your going to make it..." I said, rolling my eyes. "I'm not putting my pride on the line!" He said. "Nn!" He shut his eyes and grit his teeth harder.

"Mathias you won't make it." I said firmly. And, as if on cue, he unwillingly let go. "Nh!" He yelped, clearly surprised. I turned around and covered my eyes. By the time I turned back, he had his sweater tied around his waist. I gestured forwards, and we continued on as if nothing happened.

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Oh god another old one