Katsuki stared at you in genuine confusion. His lips parted in an annoyed manner, and his eyebrows furrowed heavily.

"Are you sick in the head?" Katsuki snarls as he walks closer to you. He brings his face near yours threateningly, as if challenging you to a fight.

But you weren't threatened at all. Instead, you shook your head, finally realizing what you said out of impulse.

"Disregard what I said. Shall we-"

Out of the blue, Katsuki puts you in a headlock. You even had to kneel.

Your eyes widen briefly at Katsuki's sudden action. You could feel his biceps around your head, which sparked something within you.

"Fucking weirdo." Katsuki cussed and let you go.

He turned his back against you and walked towards the weighing scale. You stood up and followed him, an unnoticeable heat slowly forming inside you.

"I'll be checking your weight, height, BMI, body strength, and weakness, and I'll have to schedule a workout plan. You can't only work out during the weekends if you want to maintain your body. Lastly," he finally looks at you as he stands beside the weighing scale, "no trash food and alcohol."

You nodded. "Take off your shoes." He said.

You did as you were told, then stood on the scale. Katsuki took note of your weight and followed by your height.

Katsuki begins to instruct you on what to do to check your capabilities and what is needed to improve.

"Weightlifting? In the first session?" You asked as you stood in front of a barbell.

"I'm taking note of what is needed to take note," Katsuki said, annoyed.

"This will be my first time holding a barbell." You admit, and Katsuki looked surprised.

With that body? Katsuki thought. You weren't that buff, but it seemed like you work out fairly upon seeing your muscles flex.

Katsuki placed the notebook and pen down and guided you with the barbell.

"Okay, then bend your knees." As soon as you did that, you felt the oozing heat coming from your trainer behind you. It almost felt like his body was on yours.

You wanted to touch him. Your eyes briefly widen at the thought. No, he's a man. You scolded in your mind.

But why does the heat coming from Katsuki's body turn you on?

Shit. You thought as you felt yourself getting hard. You placed the barrel back on the rack and stood up. You faced Katsuki, who only glared at you in annoyance.

"Please excuse me. I need to go to the restroom." You said and darted off without waiting for Katsuki's reply.

You scolded yourself repeatedly as you went inside a cubicle, springing out your shaft and began pleasuring yourself.

This is wrong. You thought. Katsuki was a man, and here you are getting hard over something so simple.

You felt bad. This was obviously kind of harassing him in your mind.

Your thoughts went to Katsuki's body. His biceps, his chest, he must even have hard abs.

Why were you even fantasizing about your trainer? Fuck, you seemed like a creep. A pervert even.

You held out a moan as your whole body shook with pleasure. You released it into the bowl, and you slowly let out a breath.

You flushed and wiped the tip of your shaft, making sure it was clean and dry. You washed your hands and went back to where Katsuki was waiting.

Katsuki hid a shit-eating grin and crossed his arms. "What the fuck were you thinking, walking off like that?" He says as he masks his expression with something annoyed.

"I apologize. I needed to take the restroom." You said, unaware of the grin that Katsuki wore.

You went back to the rack, positioning yourself under the barrel.

"Yeah? Okay." Katsuki says, his tone hinting at doubt, but you let it slide as the both of you continued with the things that needed to be done during the session.

"Tomorrow, we'll be working with your stamina. So, as early as now, you stop eating those junk food." Katsuki says, his eyes trained on the notebook as he continues writing.

You wiped the formulating sweat on your forehead. You didn't do much, but it still made you sweat a little. It was either the heat inside the gym or something else.

"I stopped eating last week." You truthfully said.

"Whatever. I have your number from Sekijiro. I'll just text you the schedule later so you can prepare for tomorrow." He said.

You went to the changing room after showering, wearing something comfortable as you only intended to head back to your unit.

Once you arrive home, you slump on the couch as you feel drained. You suck at your stamina. You could notice that.

It was around late at night. You did nothing in particular. Watching shows on television that it seemed like the advertisements were taking over the series instead.

Your phone chimed, surprisingly. You rarely get texts aside from your family.

[PDF File]

skim it over

this is Bakugo

You clicked the file and felt overwhelmed with the adjustments that you had to make. Your work demanded you to participate ten fucking hours a day. Which meant that the schedule Katsuki gave you had to be done either early in the morning or later at night.

You heaved a sigh. I signed up for this. You thought. It's not like you should quit. You might as well finish what you started.

Thank you.

You replied shortly. You took a screenshot of your schedule and made it your lock-screen.

Unbeknownst to you, Katsuki named you as a 'pervert client' in his contacts.

Yes. He knew you masturbated in the middle of a session by excusing yourself to the restroom.

Thank you.

you're quite rude,

don't you think?

I beg your pardon?

Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. What exactly did you do to make him think you were rude? If it was about leaving in the middle of a session-

nothing much

you were having

fun all by

yourself

And that is?

pleasuring

yourself that is

Your eyes widened so much it was probably even the first time it broadened that much in years.

He knew? You thought as you remained your eyes glued to the screen. How were you even going to reply to such rhetorical text?

see you

tomorrow