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Many would say that being competitive to a fault will probably be Hirano’s downfall.
This time, it starts off innocently enough: Hirano has been feeling a little restless, and he wants to start working out more. His job requires him to stay active whenever he can, what with him sitting for hours at a time on flights, so it's an overall benefit.
In his attempts to spend more time with his boyfriend, Hirano even suggests for them to work out together. It's perfect, and useful for Kagiura too!
Problem is, something prickles at him when the words accompanying Kagiura's beaming smile are: "Of course! I can plan a lighter workout routine to do with you real fast. This will be such a nice couple activity!"
"'Lighter'…? Why would you need a lighter one?" Hirano frowns. He's starting to feel weirdly insulted.
"Well, yes," Kagiura answers with a shrug. It's a little unbelievable that even after all these years, the younger man still doesn't know the effect of saying anything that can be remotely taken as a challenge. "You don't have the stamina to keep up with my usual workout, Taiga-san."
The flame of bullheaded competitiveness in Hirano comes to life in full effect. Crossing his arms in indignation, the blond glares at his partner. "Yes, I do."
"No, you don't," Kagiura actually snorts with laughter at the idea. Just insult on top of injury for the peeved blond. "You're fairly active despite your job, but not enough for that."
And that was what sealed the brand of chaos and disaster for the day.
"Don't bother making another one, we're doing your normal routine. Now," Hirano moodily walks in the direction of their closet, ready to take his exercise clothes out. He sees Kagiura about to protest from the corner of his eyes and frowns harder. "Don't, I can do it."
Finally realizing his mistake, Kagiura winces but chooses to stay quiet. He knows at this stage the only thing that will convince Hirano is failing on the attempt. He just hopes he'll be reasonable and admit his loss sooner rather than later.
But of course, it's Hirano Taiga, and his competitive streak is as easily-triggered as it is enduring. So they end up starting the routine in their at-home gym room.
To Hirano’s credit, he lasts almost two hours. The 45 minutes on the treadmill were fairly decent at first, up until Kagiura upped the speed to his usual.
(“Do y- fuck- do you really- really have to run this much?”
“Yes, Taiga-san. Please try to take steady breaths, or lower the-”
“No.”)
The planks were also not that bad. Well, at first. Who knew that a professional basketball player had to do so many variations and hold them for that long? Hirano certainly didn’t, he was always too distracted by Kagiura’s muscles to pay attention to the exercise itself.
(“Taiga-san, you’re shaking too much… It’s okay to stop.”
“N-no, focus on yours.”
“... Right.”)
The squats… Okay, maybe the squats were where Hirano started to accept that he was in over his head. Kagiura has legs of steel for a reason, and even a quarter through his squat workout Hirano already feels his burn unbearably.
(“Tai-”
“No.”)
They're about to start on weights when Kagiura sees his boyfriend start to sway in place. He's obviously drenched in sweat, but he also looks alarmingly pale.
“Taiga-san… I think you should sit down,” Kagiura warns him, stopping his current set and cautiously approaching him.
Not that Hirano notices anything, wheezing for breath as he is. He tries to take a step, another, but the room is tilting to the side in an odd way. “’s fine, I’m just… a li…”
Admittedly, he’s not feeling the best, but Hirano swears that he just blinks. Maybe for a couple of seconds too long, but he just blinked. He has no idea why he’s apparently on the floor now, but at least his head is cushioned somewhere.
A few blinks finally clear his sight enough for him to see Kagiura’s distraught face hovering over him. There may or may not be tears welling up in those dark eyes, but he’s a little distracted by the feeling of cool, damp fabric on his face to figure it out yet.
“-bborn, I told you to stop. You don’t have the physical condition for this.” Kagiura’s frantic voice gradually filters in through the static that fills Hirano’s brain. “Back with me, Taiga-san?”
Hirano blinks a couple more times, and makes sure he can feel all his limbs (sore as they already are). "… Yeah. Just give me a minute and we'll- oww!"
"No, and that's final," Kagiura pinches his cheek hard enough to admonish him but not to actually hurt him. There's a strict, no-nonsense quality to his voice. He's never this firm with Hirano. "You could have cracked your head on the weight rack if I hadn't caught you, and don't even get me started on how sore you'll be tomorrow. I'll be surprised if you can even move."
The only response out of Hirano is stunned silence for a few seconds. He manages to surprise Kagiura once he remembers how his mouth works. "Can you use that tone with me again?"
"Stop saying dumb things, Taiga-san," Kagiura averts his eyes, a very pretty blush taking over his face.
They stay like that for a few minutes while Hirano catches his breath, but he starts to feel trembling from the strong thighs his head lays on.
"What?" Hirano frowns at how the taller man covers his amused smile.
"It's just kinda funny that you ate shit because you refused to accept that a professional athlete has more stamina than you for a workout," Kagiura giggles, which slowly morphs into a full-on laugh.
He's so beautiful… so much Hirano is almost tempted to let the mocking go. Instead, he ignores his own blush and frowns. "Let's see how much that stamina of yours will help after I get my hands on you."
A pair of soft lips gently pecks Hirano's forehead, and Kagiura smirks mischievously down at him. "Can't wait to see that."
(True to Kagiura's words, Hirano can't move from bed the next day. His sweet boyfriend takes care of him through the day, though looking incredibly smug at every step of it.
No matter, Hirano will get back at him later. All the kisses and smiles won't distract him… too much.)