Goy's workout story

“aagh...100!”

“nice! rest your arms for a bit and we’ll head out whenever you’re ready.”

With that, the impish high school girl had finished her reps for the evening. She sat up slowly to avoid injuring her body, which would inhibit her progress. Mitsuki, her training partner and her senpai by three years, was happy to serve as her spotter but had been getting impatient lately due to the extended workouts her friend insisted on doing. She flipped her golden hair, matted with sweat, to one side of her face and gave a sigh of annoyance leading into a short lip trill. Anyone who knew her for more than a day could tell you that was her signal for them to “move it along.”

“are you sure you should be doing this much at your current weight, Natsuki? even when I was a freshman I never exceeded 50% on my lifts.”

Still panting from her lift, Natsuki used one of the few remaining dry spots on her grey tank top (her favorite one, which says in etched red lettering, “ANARCHY IN THE JP”) to wipe her face and sweep aside her short pink hair.

“you know as well as I why I’m pushing myself this hard. maybe you don’t understand it the way I do, but...”

Natsuki looked up at her friend’s face, which clearly expressed concern and contrasted with her casual lean on the weight rack.

“look, I promise I’ll be careful with myself, Mitsuki. and all this hard work WILL pay off once I’m swole enough to punch that guy’s smug face in.”

“come on, Natsuki! you LOVE your dad! just because he likes to push you around sometimes doesn’t mean you have to take it personally...”

“well, you don’t have to DEAL with a dad, so you wouldn’t KNOW how being bullied by one, would you?”

...

“fuck, I’m sorry, Mitsuki. I didn’t mean it in that way. it’s just so frustrating being with him that sometimes I wish I didn’t have a dad, you know? just a mom to feed me and nurture me and send me off to school with a lunch and a kiss on the cheek. maybe then I wouldn’t have turned out to be such a loser.”

“...it’s cool, Natsuki. no biggie. I understand why you feel that way, though. and it’s not like you can just avoid him...he pays your bills...and you’ll live with him for another 3 years. I still don’t understand why you don’t ask him to stop.”

“be civil with that lunatic? yeah, right. violence is what he brings to the table, so it’s violence he’ll get...”

Mitsuki frowned again, crossing her smooth but powerful arms, which were tanned a rich brown from her afternoons as a lifeguard. She let out another audible sigh of dismay to let her friend know her disapproval towards her belligerent methods.

“what should I do then, huh? ask him nicely??”

“yeah, you dummy. what kind of parent wouldn’t at least LISTEN to their only daughter?”

“HE wouldn’t...”

Mitsuki grabbed her friend’s shoulders and quickly pinned her against the hanging mats.

“WILL you just TAKE my advice for once?”

Mitsuki was a bit surprised at herself, especially since she had been careful not to be physical with Natsuki, but she knew that words were futile in changing the girl’s mind.

“your dad...he cooks for you every night, right? and kickboxing...when you guys spar every saturday, he takes hours out of his day to do that with you. he treasures you, I’m sure of it. I just know, okay?”

Natsuki was shaken, but her eyes were fixed on Mitsuki’s, which were an intense marbled brown. The pair remained there, breathing heavily. Natsuki felt paralyzed as she was pressed against the mats by her friend’s hands.

“okay?”

Natsuki was about to respond when her lips locked with Mitsuki’s. Mitsuki’s hands left Natsuki’s shoulders and wrapped around her back, pulling her in close. Natsuki tentatively let her hands find their way to her friend’s waist, then around her smooth figure. It had been a while.

The pair unraveled and exchanged a shy smile.

“okay, Mitsuki. I’ll try, for you.”

“...cool.”

They laughed a little and then left the gym. After a very awkward metro ride...

“bye, Mitsuki. I’ll see you at school tomorrow, yeah?”

“definitely!! ...I mean, y-yeah, sure.”

Natsuki gave her a wry smile.

Mitsuki made an attempt at an eye roll but was grinning uncontrollably.

The two departed for their respective homes, but it was obvious neither could wait for tomorrow.
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Editor's note: My partner, who has never played doki doki, nor apparently knew that one of the girls was already named Sayori, wrote this. It's not very close to the characters, but is close to his heart. I hope you like it too. Also, changed Sayuri to Mitsuki, so now its all on the up and up. hope you enjoyed his story