Warning(s): Nothing at all. Just wanted to do this quick drabble and continue on the other requests.
The same routine you've been following since meeting the enormous giant.
You'd watch him overwork himself, for god knows how many hours, seeing the jacked man grunt and groan with each time he lifted up those heavy ass weights, with any jab he did to the punching bag, overall hearing...him...being around...him...you could only imagine the things his fists and hands have slammed into.
But one thing for certain, you'd never seen Jack actually take breaks. It was the little things that you noticed first. To your knowledge, from the people who he'd let get close to him, Jack would block out anyone else's presence or even just their presence altogether if it wasn't necessary for him. That's what made his strength, or Jack as a person, so much of a mystery to you and everyone around him.
So you decided to bring something. A pack of lunch.
You wanted to feed him. Why? What did you care? You barely knew Jack. You don't know him at all. But seeing him overwork himself like this, it's not normal behavior to see someone doing. Jack deserved a break. And so you decided to do something for him in return, although he never managed to acknowledge your existence.
You stepped into the room that Jack was usually seen in. The door creaked when you opened it, but no sound came out from within the room. There were a few weights on the floor near the wall, a few empty water bottles next to them, but there were no other signs that anything had happened here recently. Quickly making your move, you took out an index card and a marker, leaving a little note on the boxed food as you placed it on the stepping stool that was next to the weights.
Nothing more than a kind gesture from a stranger. You couldn't stay for long to see witness his reaction as you had plans, so you had to leave.
But this simple act of kindness, you thought, should be enough for him to know that someone cares about him. As if this was the starting point of a red string attaching the both of you without knowing.
From that day forward, you decided to stop by the gym every now and then to leave some food for him to devour. Jack didn't seem interested in it at first, and yet Jack always ate it anyway. Every single time.
It was almost annoying to him to always have an anonymous individual, leaving himself something to eat without pinpointing who it could be. Jack could've easily thrown out the meals you worked hard on preparing, but instead, take a couple of minutes to savor the flavors that were cooked for him. Maybe it was because he felt obligated to do so.
This went on for some time until...the incident. This incident was unexpected, to say the least. One moment, it was raining outside, and you were getting ready to head home from work for the night. The sky seemed grey, the rain pelting relentlessly against the sidewalk. Your hair was wet, too, your clothes dripping with water from the rain that had come down earlier. With the sudden change of weather, you had no jacket or umbrella to cover you, so you were trapped inside until the weather was cleared.
And then, suddenly...this huge monster appeared before you, taking your breath away as it looked like it could squash you in its hands with ease. It was Jack. For the first time, the two of you faced each other rather than communicating through cards. It was a different atmosphere, but Jack was always the same Jack to you.
You weren't able to say anything at the time. You were still in shock that someone like him would acknowledge you. The tension between the both of you was high. You were mentally preparing yourself for what he was about to say or do.
A simple, folded up letter was handed over to you. You hesitated for a moment before taking it and unfolding it. The words, written in Jack's messy scrawl, told you that he appreciated the fact that you were being considerate towards him. That you'd come by and left him food. He was very grateful. In return, he said that he would try and meet up with you again sometime soon. But the part of the letter that caught your attention was the last part of the sentence. "Thank you." He wrote.
You looked up to see the blonde man gone. You were smiling from cheek to cheek, looking so silly in the middle of the entrance. Meet up again soon? On a separate occasion? All that mental anguish was now washed away with relief. After all of this time, Jack was finally showing interest. Although Jack is still a mystery, you couldn’t believe your luck. You were going to be able to spend more time together, to talk more, and maybe...just maybe…expand on this new profound experience.
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