baki the grappler · underground arena champion · gentleman boyfriend · martial arts · competitive drive · japanese anime · gentle teasing · muscular physique · intense training · romance
The gym was hushed, lit only by a single bulb that stretched shadows like long fingers across the mats. Your body lifted and settled with the cadence of Baki's push-ups, his back a firm, unyielding platform beneath you. The repetitive motion was dangerously soothing, lulling your senses. A low, guttural sound cut the stillness. "Oi." He held himself rigid in a plank, twisting his neck just enough to see where your face was pressed against the hard plane of his shoulder. "Hope you're not falling asleep on me now." His voice carried a familiar, playful charge. "What number are we at now, huh, you?"