It was scorching today. You deeply regretted not bringing an umbrella with you, plus, you forgot to wear an undershirt as you only wore a hoodie.

You were in a hurry, that was slightly evident seeing as you forgot to change in your shoes and wore only slippers - that you only wear when going inside a convenience store.

Hopefully, there'd be lesser people in the gym, so it wouldn't be embarrassing with how effortless you were looking right now.

But then again, it's not like people would care.

You entered the building, heading to the elevator and the gym. Once you got in the gym, you were surprised by the few people inside, training or working themselves out.

You had just forgotten it was a weekend. Of course, there'd be more people now than on weekdays.

You head to the desk where a man that seemed to be in his 40s, quite buff with gray hair, is sitting down behind the desk.

The man looked up from the application papers that he was reading. He saw you and stood up. "How can I help you?" He asked.

"I'm planning to get a personal trainer, someone available during the weekends since I work during weekdays." You said.

The man nodded and sat back down on the chair. He faces the computer screen, clicking the mouse and tapping off the keyboard as he begins searching for a trainer that is available with your schedule.

His face lights up, and he looks up at you. "Fortunately, there is." He said.

He grabs a paper and a pen. They seemed like application papers, contract agreements, and such.

"He charges around ¥5100 per session. Still interested?" The man adds as he places the paper on the desk. You nodded.

Your work was quite demanding, but at least it pays well.

"Fill this form here." The man says. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Kan Sekijiro. I manage the gym." He added.

You looked up from the forms that you were currently filling in. "I'm L/N Y/N." You said and continued writing.

"Well, L/N. When do you want to start? I will have to inform your trainer about a new client, so he won't be available today." Sekijiro says as he took his phone and began texting a certain someone.

"Oh, it's okay. I don't plan on starting right now anyway. I'm going to start next week on Saturday." You said.

"What time?" Sekijiro asked.

You hummed for a while, thinking. You have a bunch to do on a Saturday morning, and going to the gym before lunch would probably make you collapse out of hunger.

"Is 1 in the afternoon okay?" You said and finally signed at the bottom right part of the paper.

"Sure it is," Sekijiro says and accepts the paper you've given.

"His name is Bakugo Katsuki. Here's his contact number and mine in case you need anything." Sekijiro hands you two calling cards. One seemed highly professional, while the other looked very

Boastful?

XXX-XXX

"Is this guy really a number one trainer?" You asked.

Sekijiro deeply chuckles. "There's absolutely no such thing in this gym. We all have quality trainers. This guy just loves to call himself the best."

You hummed. I hope he isn't that full of himself.

"I'll be taking a photo of you in the office for your membership I.D., follow me." The both of you headed to Sekijiro's office, took a formal picture of you - despite wearing a hoodie - and left to go back to the desk.

"It'll take a while for your I.D., maybe around two to three days, so feel free to retrieve them on Wednesday or when you come here on Saturday," Sekijiro explains as he begins keeping the application papers.

You nodded. "How does the payment work?" You asked.

"Ah, yes, glad you asked. You pay me in advance before the session starts." He said, and you nodded once again.

"I see, thank you. I'll take my leave." You said and bowed to Sekijiro, and he followed suit.

You were finally back in the condominium that you're currently staying in. You could've chosen the gym in the condominium, in all honesty, but the equipment seemed so outdated, and hardly anyone was around.

You sat on the couch, finally having the rest of the afternoon for yourself. You turned on the television, only to feel bummed upon seeing an erotic movie.

You didn't know why, but women don't seem to interest you. You tried doing it with a woman back in high school, and you swear, after that sex, you felt so disgusted.

Sex seems to gross you out after that experience that you begin to think you are incapable of feeling aroused.

You heaved a sigh. You stood up and went to the fridge, hoping to eat out your thoughts.

Then the sudden realization of having to go to the gym came to you.

You grabbed your wallet and headed outside your unit. I need to fill this stomach before vigorously working myself out every weekend.

You head to the nearest convenience store, getting five bottles of alcoholic drinks and packs of junk food. This seems fine. You thought and were about to head to the counter when you felt stares on your side.

You looked to the right and saw a tall, blonde man, wearing a hoodie like you, looking at the basket you were carrying with genuine disgust.

What the fuck? You thought as you raised an eyebrow at the blonde man.

"Is something the matter?" You asked as you stood properly and faced him. Your face remained stoic, like how you would look every single day.

You were even taller than the blonde. You stood around 6' tall, and you could guess he was around 5'10".

His eyes were dangerously red as he looked up at you. "Nothing." He says and passes by you, purposely bumping your arm.

You lowly sighed. You didn't have time for petty arguments, so you let him slide and went to the counter to pay. Associating with someone like him would probably be a headache anyway.

But when Saturday came, you didn't expect that the blonde guy you met in the convenience store was Bakugo Katsuki. Unfortunately, he was the trainer you signed up for.

The number one trainer. How childish. You thought as you remembered the calling card.

You wore a tight polyester shirt that showed your slightly muscled arms. It seemed like you worked out a lot. But you don't.

You walk up to the blonde trainer, where he stood in the more deserted part of the gym. He sees you and scrunches his eyebrows.

"Huh? You're L/N?" He asked. Not even bothering to hide the disbelief in his tone.

Surprisingly, he remembered you, which you didn't expect. You were just a random guy in the convenience store buying junk-

Oh. That's right. Katsuki's a trainer.

"Yes, and I suppose you're Bakugo?" You ask the obvious.

"Tch. Who would've thought you workout knowing you eat a lot of processed food." He says.

"That was the last day I ate unhealthy food." You shortly replied.

"Yeah, right," Katsuki says and crosses his arms.

Your eyes seem to dart down to his biceps automatically. Your touch-starved side eventually showed as you told him something you'd either regret or contently accept.

"Try head-locking me."