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White Lily has always been a curious person when it comes to testing the human limit in physical activities. However, she is fully aware she can't force people — or random athletes — to try some work out ideas that tests their limits. And of course, she truly doesn't want to torture them too!
So now she sat, curled up on the dormitory's couch. Her knees tucked to her chest and a sketchbook between her chest and knee, and a phone lying beside. She couldn't help herself but gaze at her partner, doing push ups on the floor, eyes darting towards his movement and towards the ticking time on his phone. Her eyes turned slightly daze, watching his perfect form as he lowers himself and push himself up again. It was peculiar — truly — to see her boyfriend clad in a sleeveless tank top, and his face — usually covered with a mask, or a helmet — bare before her. Not that she mind of course! She then tilted her head, watching his dark hair in a short ponytail fall to his side, no sweat from his forehead yet. . . Maybe the air conditioner in his dormitory? And of course, how his scarred lips twitched every few second, letting out a grunt. She kind of forgot how'd he got that scar again. . . If she recalled correctly, it's due to him and someone from the Kala Namak varsity team using their sword on him without a mask?
Silent Salt, on the other hand, continued a few more reps, before the timer on his phone finally went off. He pushed himself onto his knees as he turned to his girlfriend who is currently distracted by looking at him with a curious gaze and not paying attention to the alarm — surprisingly.
"White Lily" Silent Salt called out, a small smile threatened to show on his lips as he watch the tilted head look at him fondly and curiously. He knows this look. Her mind is filled with possible ideas for him to try, questions, maybe or perhaps both? "White Lily" he called out once more.
And finally, White Lily shook her head, her red eyes meeting his. Her face soon heat up in embarrassment, quickly turning towards his phone and turned off the timer, before hiding her face behind her sketchbook. "S-sorry!" She squeaked out meekly, peeking over the top of her book and merely watched him shuffle closer towards the couch.
"You seem distracted, My Lily" he spoke, hands folded on the sofa's leather beside her as he looked up at her. "Is there something on your mind?"
White Lily's eyes widened at his sudden question, she then fidgeted with the edge of her sketchbook, smiling meekly as she turned away.
Silent Salt let out a sigh, leaning down onto his folded hand. "New experiments you wish to try with me?" He asked, despite knowing the answer. Though, he does love seeing the gleam in her eyes when he asked.
"Well. . . I recalled you doing 48? Or was it 50 push ups in one minute. . ." She started, gaining confidence to look at his dark eyes. "I think in your last physical test for fencing right?" She added with a small chime.
Silent Salt's eyes widened, before leaning back into the couch on his back. "Don't" he groaned, "don't remind me" he huffed. It was the most recent physical test, and 40 was the minimum — but 54 was the best score. "I made a mistake, I didn't eat that—"
"What no!" White Lily cutted him off, shuffling closer towards him and looked down at him as he turned his back towards the couch leaned back against it on the floor. "48 is amazing! I mean. . . I can barely do a single one" she spoke sheepishly, shaking her head as she remembered what she was going to ask. "How strong are you?"
Silent Salt brought a finger to his lips, closing his eyes as he calculated. "Not that strong certainly" he shrugged.
White Lily frowned, unsatisfied. "Nonsense, you managed to carry me for a whole kilometer without stopping!" she retorted, her voice higher pitch into a teasing lilt as she looked down. Her fingers soon ruffled his hair.
Silent Salt bit down a chuckle — to White Lily's dismay (after all, why should he hide his joy?). He brought his hand up, grabbing hers. Silent Salt turned to White Lily and pressed a lingering kiss to her inner wrist. His heart hummed in satisfaction as he watches a light crimson tinge her cheeks. "Well you're quite . . . Underweight" he hummed.
White Lily let out a mock gasp, before giggling. "If I'm so light. . ." She hummed as she placed the sketchbook on her other side, and ran her fingers through his hair.
Silent Salt let out a hum of delight, raising a brow as he looked up at her; curious of her idea, transfixed on her smile. "Go on…" he motioned her to continue, earning a small giggle from her.
"Well, could you do push ups with me on your back?" She asked, the hand stroking his hair came to cover her face that was heating up. It was truly a peculiar, strange, and embarrassing question — yet she's still eager for his answer. She looked down at him expectantly.
Silent Salt gave it a thought — it can help with his strength after all. . . And certainly a new challenge. He said nothing, except going onto the floor again, planting both of his hands onto the wooden board.
White Lily's face burned hotter, maybe it was too far? "I-I apologize for asking that! Well — you see — I thought it was possible, cause I saw it on—"
"I didn't exactly decline." Silent Salt huffed, looking over his shoulder. He then motioned with his head to go onto his back. White Lily's eyes gleamed, he swore he saw sparkles dance through her eyes as she stepped closer.
"May I record this?" She asked meekly, pulling a phone out of her green cardigan.
Silent Salt merely nodded, "As long as my face stays concealed, and isn't published."
White Lily nodded along, opening her camera to record the reps. She positioned the phone to lean over her bottle on the floor, taking a decent view of his back, and where she'll sit on. White Lily glanced over to Silent Salt, still in a high plank position. "Are you sure?" she asked, making her way to his back and placed her hand on it.
"Yes, I'm sure." he grunted, as White Lily placed herself on his back. He wouldn't deny it, she is quite light whenever he carries her on his back, or perhaps in his arm. He'll still attempt it nonetheless, to ease her sweet curiosity. And of course, he must admit, her weight against his body feels. . . Just right.
"Are you—" White Lily couldn't finish her sentence as she felt her body drop alongside his own as he touched the floor. Her hands instinctively gripped onto his back, regaining her balance. "Sal!" she huffed, "I wasn't ready!" her voice was nothing but a mere chime. She then let out another gasp as he suddenly dropped his body onto the floor again, another rep.
"Hang tight." his usualy stoic voice had a teasing edge now, relishing the feeling of her nails squishing his shoulders as he did another drop. It was surprisingly easy — perhaps it's because of the lady behind him.
White Lily couldn't take it anymore, she knew the one minute isn't up yet; just three reps in and she could feel her heart beating faster with each second. Perhaps a mix of fear, and embarrassment. "Okay — Sal, you can stop!" she squealed as he dropped to do another rep.
"The timer hasn't went off yet." he teased as he pushed himself up, feeling her slightly jolt on his back.
"Well I don't want to hurt—"
And suddenly, the door burst opened, revealing a theater kid with blue hair and a blue costume set in the shakespearean time. "Sal, can I borrow your swor—. . ." Shadow Milk cut himself off, jaw agape as he saw a femme he knew on his brother's back turning red. And of course, his own brooding brother who's acting like a personal chair!
He pulled out his phone right before White Lily scrambled back onto her knees, off Silent Salt's back. "The Beast group chat is gonna love this! I knew there was something going on!" he cackled, his thumb already meeting with his phone screen.
"Shadow Milk!" Silent Salt yelled, getting onto his knees. He swiftly turned his body towards the couch and grabbed the nearest cushion. "What are you doing in my dorm?"
"It's our dorm! Doofus!" he rolled his eyes, looking up from his phone, only to be met with a cushion flying into his face. "OUCH!" he winced theatrically, before grinning and raising his phone and displaying the picture he took.
"Knock on the door next time!" Silent Salt growled, his hand felt quite heavy but he managed to get on his feet and make a lunge for the phone. "And delete that!" he yelled, his hand almost reaching Shadow Milk's phone, before he swiftly pulled it away.
"Nuh-uh!"
White Lily sat on the floor, mouth agape, using her hand to fan herself as she watched the brothers quarrel and argue. Though, she couldn't help it, but let a small fond smile form on her before it broke into a giggle. The sight was truly jarring, to see the fencer trying to tackle his younger brother. . . And without a second thought, she turned his camera towards there small quarrel — a small memory to keep later on.