The Little and the Giant (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader)

IV: Training

"Goliath!" You beam as you saw him. You were on your afternoon run and you wondered why he was there, as this was usually the time he should still be inside the gym, practicing. "Want to run?" You ask and he only looks at you before nodding. 

You kept up with his pace. He may have long legs but you've done track in the past so it wasn't a big deal. But for some reason he had a scowl on his face although he always does look like he always has one on his face. "You don't usually run at this time." You comment and he keeps silent. What's the problem now? You thought hard. He isn't the type to be frustrated about practice, unless...

"It worked, didn't it?" You grin and you see his calm expression shatter in a split second before it returned to the usual.  

"It  did." He says and you frown. This was a challenge for him to acknowledge you and hearing him being so forward that you won wasn't fun. He looks like his opponents wouldn't have fun seeing his face even if he loses. But that wasn't what mattered. You remember something popping up in your head.

"Ah! I revised some of the routine to accommodate your body type." You say and he stops short. 

He had been given training menus before, overall done in the club so everyone could train the same way. But this was beyond his expectations.

"You create menus for specific body types?"

"Ah no." You answer. "I create menus for specific people."

A shiver creeps down his spine. It was already a handful creating training guides for a group of people but to think you would do it for an individual. He knew the amount of work needed to pull that off as well as what kind of knowledge you had to possess in order to be credible enough to do it.  

"It's my sidejob. I create menus for anyone who wants it."

"You observe different sports because of this?" He guesses. You nod. "I can only design guides in increasing skill sets I already know." 

'Already knows, she says'. He couldn't help but think about it, as sweat uneasily slides down from the sides of his face. 

You've figured out how some of his though process works, and you couldn't help but want to refute some of it. But this was a perfect time for a lecture so you might as well tell him.

"Foundation doesn't matter in sports, Goliath." You say to him. "Even a player with the poorest foundation could reach the top provided they're given good training."