it's been 7 or something. he lost the count, lowly grunting now and still going on with the pushups. as if his back was a throne— you sat there with your legs crossed while being fixated on your phone. you tell him about an interesting article you came across, him stopping with his pushups to ask you what its about.
soccer player and defender, oliver aiku has rumors reporting of him cheating on his previous girlfriends.
"i was 19, im passed that phase now."
"oliver enthusiasts going insane defending their favorite defender." you laugh as you read that.
"yeah, my fangirls can be a little insane, i know."
"fangirls? what fangirls?"
he falls on his stomach, with you still on his back as you tell him that the comments were only flooded with his fanboys justifying him cheating.