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"Eighty-four…Eighty-five..!"

Shoot. She dropped her combo. God, Kirby was such a cheap character.

“Eighty-six…Eighty-seven…!”

Didn’t matter if she smashed him halfway to Japan. Float, float, float. Then again, this position wasn’t helping.

“Eighty-eight…Eighty-nine…!”

“Does being up here actually help whatever this is?” Imugi threw the question out without looking down.

“Calisthenics…is the most efficient…and inexpensive…form of exercise…” Bam responded to her without stopping from her push-up positions. Balancing on one finger never got easier with experience. “One-finger push-ups…improve coordination…strengthen the wrists joints…forearm muscles..and fingers…which are essential for-”

“Sounds like a hassle. Just use your hands.” She shuffled into a more comfortable seat onto the toned back of the Burmese pugilist.

“You were…the one who…suggested training…together…” Although, Bam had to admit this wasn’t what she assumed Imugi had in mind.

Bam had jumped at the idea at first. She was still getting used to Seoul and her new life (apparently) as an up-and-coming idol. The entire industry was a mystery to her. It was hard to know what to expect from one day to the next. Whenever she was feeling overwhelmed, an hour or three at the gym never failed to set her head straight. Not to mention it would be her first time going with someone other than…her old mentor.

And yet they’d been in this state-of-the-art facility for almost an hour and the only muscles Imugi had flexed were her thumbs.

“Are you really…just going to keep playing…that game the entire-” Bam stopped herself. Crap, she’d lost count. She huffed and lowered herself down slowly, continuing her pushups without counting them aloud.

Imugi didn’t respond to her comment, only focusing on destroying the Pink Menace still on her screen. “You ever play Smash?”

Bam grunted with another push-up. “My village had to share a single water pump.”

“So that’s a no?”

“...Why did you invite me here, Imugi?”

The Korean finally smashed Kirby to death. She almost missed the question. “Hm?”

“You insisted on joining me for training, but you haven’t actually done…well, anything. It was all very…unexpected in the first place. Honestly, it feels lately like you’ve been heeding an awful lot of attention my way. I understand that you’re the reason I have this opportunity in the first place, and I am grateful, but it’s not necessary for you to watch my every step. And if you’re for some reason worried I might drag you and the agency down-”

“You were lonely, right?” Bam stopped, suspending herself on one finger. Droplets of sweat fell from the tip of her nose and the ends of her sweat-clad physique between each steady breath. “You only do what you're told and never leave your pad. It's like you don't know how to be your own person. I cant tell you how to fix that...but no harm in me sticking around, right?"

Imugi’s tone spoke in her usual tone, but the Burmese woman couldn't help the odd feeling she got from her. Bam had known the Korean for almost a month and she was no closer to pinning her down now then before. She put the thought away and went back to her exercise. Would it kill her to be honest for once? “Im grateful...Still, it wouldn’t hurt for you to show some initiative too. Don’t you think so? I am your partner now.”

Imugi looked up from her screen for the first time and glanced down at the Burmese fighter. “Okay, how’s this? Do another hundred before I three-stock this scrub, and I’ll do twice as many crunches in half the time.”

“Oh yeah? The Legendary Slacker is taking me on?” Bam looked over her shoulder, meeting the cool blue eyes of the Korean on her back with a smile. “Now I would love to see that.”

Imugi shrugged. “Not like you’re going to beat it, anyway.”

A chuckle managed to slip out of Bam before she refocused on the floor. Her finger trembled against the floor with a renewed intensity that matched the broad smile on her face. “Just watch me.”

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"Eighty-four…Eighty-five..!"

Shoot. She dropped her combo. God, Kirby was such a cheap character.

“Eighty-six…Eighty-seven…!”

Didn’t matter if she smashed him halfway to Japan. Float, float, float. Then again, this position wasn’t helping.

“Eighty-eight…Eighty-nine…!”

“Does being up here actually help whatever this is?” Imugi threw the question out without looking down.

“Calisthenics…is the most efficient…and inexpensive…form of exercise…” Bam responded to her without stopping from her push-up positions. Balancing on one finger never got easier with experience. “One-finger push-ups…improve coordination…strengthen the wrists joints…forearm muscles..and fingers…which are essential for-”

“Sounds like a hassle. Just use your hands.” She shuffled into a more comfortable seat onto the toned back of the Burmese pugilist.

“You were…the one who…suggested training…together…” Although, Bam had to admit this wasn’t what she assumed Imugi had in mind.

Bam had jumped at the idea at first. She was still getting used to Seoul and her new life (apparently) as an up-and-coming idol. The entire industry was a mystery to her. It was hard to know what to expect from one day to the next. Whenever she was feeling overwhelmed, an hour or three at the gym never failed to set her head straight. Not to mention it would be her first time going with someone other than…her old mentor.

And yet they’d been in this state-of-the-art facility for almost an hour and the only muscles Imugi had flexed were her thumbs.

“Are you really…just going to keep playing…that game the entire-” Bam stopped herself. Crap, she’d lost count. She huffed and lowered herself down slowly, continuing her pushups without counting them aloud.

Imugi didn’t respond to her comment, only focusing on destroying the Pink Menace still on her screen. “You ever play Smash?”

Bam grunted with another push-up. “My village had to share a single water pump.”

“So that’s a no?”

“...Why did you invite me here, Imugi?”

The Korean finally smashed Kirby to death. She almost missed the question. “Hm?”

“You insisted on joining me for training, but you haven’t actually done…well, anything. It was all very…unexpected in the first place. Honestly, it feels lately like you’ve been heeding an awful lot of attention my way. I understand that you’re the reason I have this opportunity in the first place, and I am grateful, but it’s not necessary for you to watch my every step. And if you’re for some reason worried I might drag you and the agency down-”

“You were lonely, right?” Bam stopped, suspending herself on one finger. Droplets of sweat fell from the tip of her nose and the ends of her sweat-clad physique between each steady breath. “You only do what you're told and never leave your pad. It's like you don't know how to be your own person. I cant tell you how to fix that...but no harm in me sticking around, right?"

Imugi’s tone spoke in her usual tone, but the Burmese woman couldn't help the odd feeling she got from her. Bam had known the Korean for almost a month and she was no closer to pinning her down now then before. She put the thought away and went back to her exercise. Would it kill her to be honest for once? “Im grateful...Still, it wouldn’t hurt for you to show some initiative too. Don’t you think so? I am your partner now.”

Imugi looked up from her screen for the first time and glanced down at the Burmese fighter. “Okay, how’s this? Do another hundred before I three-stock this scrub, and I’ll do twice as many crunches in half the time.”

“Oh yeah? The Legendary Slacker is taking me on?” Bam looked over her shoulder, meeting the cool blue eyes of the Korean on her back with a smile. “Now I would love to see that.”

Imugi shrugged. “Not like you’re going to beat it, anyway.”

A chuckle managed to slip out of Bam before she refocused on the floor. Her finger trembled against the floor with a renewed intensity that matched the broad smile on her face. “Just watch me.”

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