im asking you to stay here. i cannot tell you why, i dont have any other reason except i want to see you here. i want to see you as happy as you can be. please, do what you can to stay. to find happiness wherever you can. i know that it is selfish of my to ask this. but i’m asking you anyway. take care of yourself. if not for yourself, then for me
a/n: tried reformer pilates for the first time early this morning and my abs hurt the most because i never work core despite being a gym girl... (it hurts to laugh and sneeze)
but i LOVED it 10/10 would recommend + i’ll do it again!!!
also have a new respect for girls that do reformer pilates bc DAYUM that humbled me (i needed that tho)
synopsis: making them do reformer pilates for the first time to humble them.
isagi walks into the studio with the confidence of a man who has played professional level soccer, trained in insane facilities, and survived blue lock. in his head he’s already thinking how hard can stretching on a weird sliding bed possibly be.
you, meanwhile, are already setting up your reformer like someone who knows the chaos that is about to unfold. the little smirk on your face should have been a warning sign.
the instructor tells everyone to lie down and place their feet on the bar. easy start. isagi’s like oh this is fine. this is literally just leg presses.
first push out on the carriage.
second push out.
third push out.
his legs start shaking like he’s trying to start a lawn mower.
you glance over and he’s doing that thing where athletes try to look calm while their muscles are screaming. the internal monologue is absolutely going insane.
he keeps thinking why are my legs trembling. i play 90-minute matches. this is HUMILIATING.
meanwhile you’re just casually moving like a pilates princess. smooth, controlled breathing, perfect form.
he notices.
and now he’s even more stressed because why are you NOT suffering, too.
when the instructor says “now hold halfway” his soul leaves his body.
he looks over at you and whispers like he’s on the verge of collapse, “are… are your legs shaking…?”
you smile sweetly. “no.”
he immediately pushes harder because pride is a dangerous thing.
big mistake.
halfway through the class the instructor introduces core work. straps, arms, slow movements.
isagi’s abs start cramping and he looks like he’s trying to process advanced calculus.
meanwhile you’re literally enjoying this.
you even lean over and whisper, “remember when you said this looked easy?”
he’s panting. panting.
“I TAKE IT BACK.”
the worst moment is the plank on the reformer carriage.
soccer agility? useless.
blue lock training? irrelevant.
ego? gone.
the carriage moves slightly and he panics like a baby deer on ice.
after class he’s lying on the studio floor staring at the ceiling.
you’re stretching peacefully.
he quietly says, “this is harder than playing against rin.”
but the next day he’s texting you asking when the next class is because now it’s a personal challenge and isagi refuses to be defeated by a moving bed with springs.
itoshi rin
rin walks in with the energy of someone who assumes he will be the best at everything immediately.
the reformer machine already annoys him.
too many straps.
too many springs.
weird sliding platform.
you’re watching him like someone who brought their friend to watch a lion try ballet.
the class starts and rin is doing fine at first because he has insane control over his body.
the instructor says “slow and controlled.”
rin hears that and thinks easy.
5 minutes later, his inner thighs start burning.
he hates it.
rin is the type who gets angry at his own muscles.
the instructor walks by and gently says, “relax your shoulders.”
rin replies, “they are relaxed.”
they are not relaxed.
the springs start shaking and the reformer makes that tiny squeaky noise and now rin looks like he’s fighting the machine.
you glance over and see the tiniest twitch of frustration in his eye.
oh this is entertainment.
when the instructor adds a heavier spring, he handles it fine for about 10 seconds.
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