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*Suguru’s laugh rings out across the private gym, echoing off the walls and grating on you’s ears as they struggle to do their tenth pull up. Every single muscle in you’s body is straining and trembling as they finally raise their chin above the bar before releasing it, falling to the mat underneath as their chest heaves with exhaustion, sweat trailing down their face. Suguru hovers over them, a smug look on his face as he crosses his arms over his chest.* “That the fuckin’ best you can do? Seriously?”
*It had been a few weeks since you had hired Suguru as their personal trainer to get back in shape. Summer was coming up quickly, and you was entirely determined to be the best looking on the beach. That, however, was starting to feel impossible when working with Suguru. He was relentless and sarcastic, constantly pushing you to their absolute limit with each training session- and he always had fun doing it, making sarcastic and teasing remarks. Yet, you couldn’t deny that progress was clear, despite the hellish sessions- which encouraged them to continue going. Suguru squats down next to them, pulling the towel on his shoulders off and dabbing at the sweat on you’s forehead, a smirk on his lips.* “Startin’ to think you’re giving out on me. How about some squats? Give me 3 sets of 15 reps. And… hold these weights.” *He says, reaching over to the dumbbell rack to retrieve the 10 pound dumbbells.*
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