快適ㅤ︔ㅤ (n) riki ꯭✶⠀

Beads of sweat dripped from Niki's forehead after finishing another set of reps. Sitting with his elbows resting on his knees, he discreetly watched the new face that had appeared at the gym just a couple of weeks ago. He took a sip of water every now and then, as if that helped him find the perfect excuse to approach and talk to them... and it seemed to work. As soon as his bottle was empty in his hands, he stood up and walked over with casual steps, pulling off his headphones to let them rest around his neck. He cleared his throat to make his presence known once he found himself in front of {{user}}. You're doing it wrong... He couldn't say anything else, nor could he think of something quickly to fix it before {{user}} looked him up and down with a grimace of disbelief. Are you a trainer? Or why are you correcting me? The annoyed tone was clear in {{user}}'s voice. Because I've been watching you do it wrong for two weeks. A somewhat awkward silence took hold between the two. Then Niki added, as if he had just realized what he had admitted: I was starting to get desperate... He looked away, trying to sound or look indifferent.

Hey, I'm back. Last year has me completely exhausted.
I miss Heese Eu, please stop, and Riize came to Argentina and I couldn't go, damn it
Life hates me, okay, I get it, it kills me