The alarm rang exactly at six in the morning.
I opened my eyes almost instantly.
Without the usual desire to roll over to the other side.
Without a heavy head.
Without the feeling that I wanted to sleep for another five minutes.
On the contrary.
My body was literally overflowing with energy.
I took a deep breath and slowly sat up on the bed.
“Incredible…”
It seemed I was already starting to get used to it.
But every morning I was still surprised.
Kurisaki Ren’s body was a real monster.
After yesterday’s fight.
After the evening workout.
After six… ahem… very energy-consuming ways to relieve tension.
I still woke up as if I had slept for twelve hours.
Not the slightest fatigue.
No muscle pain.
The body constantly demanded movement.
“That’s what a genetic monster means…”
I got out of bed, quickly made it, and headed to the kitchen.
There were still a few hours left before school.
The perfect time to do what would bring money in the future.
Content.
First things first — breakfast.
I took out the electronic scales.
A pack of oatmeal.
Bananas.
Eggs.
Greek yogurt.
A large jar of whey protein.
And a whole handful of vitamins.
Omega-3.
Vitamin D.
Magnesium.
Zinc.
Multivitamin complex.
A body of this size couldn’t be fed like an ordinary person.
While the oatmeal was cooking, I opened the calorie tracking app.
Today’s goal:
5,300 kcal.
I involuntarily smiled.
“I’ll catch up to an elephant soon…”
Just maintaining this mass required as much food as an ordinary office worker ate in two days.
Tall height.
Almost two meters.
Huge muscle mass.
Constant training.
The body literally burned fuel at a furious speed.
If I ate less…
The weight would start to drop.
Along with the muscles.
“What a gluttonous machine…”
I threw two scoops of protein into the shaker, added milk, and mixed the cocktail with a few shakes.
Breakfast disappeared in about ten minutes.
Ren’s appetite was worthy of his body.
Twenty minutes later, I was already out in the courtyard of the building.
A pleasant morning coolness hung in the air.
The city was just beginning to wake up.
Rare cars.
A few pensioners walking their dogs.
Someone already hurrying to work.
Ideal time.
I attached a small action camera to a mini tripod.
Checked the angle.
Pressed record.
“Good morning.
Today I’ll show you a short morning workout that you can do almost anywhere.
No gym.
No expensive equipment.
Just your own body.”
I started with pull-ups.
Wide grip.
Slow ascent.
The same slow negative phase.
Under the skin, the widest back muscles clearly rolled.
Even on the small camera screen, it was visible how every muscle group worked.
This was exactly the kind of content people loved in fitness shorts.
Not just exercises.
But the opportunity to literally see anatomy in motion.
Next came dips on the bars.
Then regular push-ups.
Plank.
Sit-ups.
Squats.
Lunges.
One exercise per muscle group.
Short.
Clear.
No unnecessary chatter.
After filming, I sat down on the nearest bench and quickly edited several vertical videos right on my phone.
Added simple captions:
“15-minute morning warm-up.”
“Three exercises for a powerful back.”
“Why technique is more important than quantity.”
I uploaded everything to YouTube Shorts.
Then opened the ad cabinet.
A small budget.
Just a little.
Just enough for the algorithm to find the first audience faster.
After that, I pinned the videos to my social networks.
The caption was as simple as possible.
“Those who wake up early — God gives to them. Let’s start the day with movement.”
I pressed the publish button.
Done.
Now all that remained was to wait.
Algorithms love consistency.
And I planned to release content every day.
Returning home, I immediately headed to the shower.
Cold water pleasantly washed away the sweat after the workout.
The body was finally fully awake.
A few minutes later, I was already standing in front of the mirror, buttoning up my white school shirt.
Tie.
Blazer.
Neatly styled hair.
School bag.
I looked at my reflection once more.
“Well then…”
Today another day begins.
And another opportunity to change this story.
Yuki slowly opened her eyes a few seconds before the alarm quietly rang.
Almost every morning was the same.
She carefully stretched, turned off the alarm before it could wake her mom, and lay there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling.
…
Yesterday.
The alley immediately flashed in her memory.
Frightened voices.
Tears.
And then…
A tall figure that stood between her and those people.
Yuki pressed the blanket tighter to her chest.
“Good morning…” she whispered quietly to herself, as if driving away the unpleasant memories.
She got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
Cool water felt refreshing.
Yuki washed her face as usual, neatly tied her hair into two braids, and looked up at the mirror.
For a few seconds she simply examined her reflection.
The school blouse she had prepared the evening before was again a little tighter than a few months ago.
She sighed quietly.
“It seems…”
Her breasts had grown again. Just like her mother.
Mom had already said more than once that she needed to order a new bra and uniform.
Yuki shyly looked away.
Sometimes it seemed to her that the boys around her were devouring her with their eyes.
Because of this, she involuntarily started slouching.
That was exactly why yesterday evening suddenly flashed in her memory.
Kurisaki-kun…
He never once…
Not a single time looked at her chest the way the boys at school did.
Even when he helped her up.
Even when they were walking home.
Even when she was treating his bruised knuckles.
His gaze remained calm the whole time, and he looked her in the eyes.
As if for him she was simply a person who needed help.
Yuki suddenly felt a small embarrassment.
“Maybe he doesn’t like big breasts?”
She quickly splashed cold water on her face.
But it didn’t help at all.
A familiar voice came from the kitchen.
“Yuki! Breakfast is ready!”
“Coming, Mom!”
Yuki quickly dried her face with a towel, looked at her reflection once more, and left the bathroom.
A minute later she was already sitting at the table opposite her mother.
As always, a simple homemade breakfast was on the table.
Miso soup.
Rice.
Fried salmon.
A small omelette.
Mom poured tea and sat down next to her.
For some time they ate in silence.
But Yuki felt…
Mom clearly wanted to talk about something.
Finally, she smiled gently.
“How are you feeling today?”
Yuki lowered her gaze a little.
“Already better…”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
The woman looked at her daughter attentively.
“I couldn’t sleep for a long time yesterday.”
Yuki raised her head.
“Because of me?..”
“Because of what could have happened.”
After a short pause, she continued more quietly:
“And because of Kurisaki-kun.”
Yuki froze.
“He turned out to be a kind young man.”
Yuki herself didn’t notice how a barely noticeable smile appeared on her lips.
“Yes…”
Very kind…
The words slipped out on their own.
Realizing this, she immediately lowered her eyes in embarrassment.
Amano-sensei only smiled warmly.
Mom quickly finished her tea and stood up from the table.
“I have to go already. Lots of work today.”
Yuki also stood up.
“Have a good day, Mom.”
She smiled warmly, habitually adjusted a stray strand of hair for her, and headed to the door.
A few seconds later, the front door closed.
The apartment became unusually quiet.
Yuki sat down at the table again.
She didn’t want to rush.
There was still a little time left before leaving for school.
She slowly finished her breakfast, then mechanically picked up her phone.
Her thumb automatically opened the social media app.
The feed began to update as usual.
Videos.
Photos.
School news.
…
Without really thinking, she opened Rin’s profile.
Probably…
She just wanted to see how her blog was doing.
Rin always knew how to take interesting photos and short videos.
Her page looked very lively.
Yuki involuntarily smiled.
“She really is good at this…”
Scrolling through the posts, she suddenly stopped.
Yesterday’s video was the first in the recommendations.
Rin.
And…
Kurisaki-kun.
That same English challenge.
She hadn’t watched it yesterday.
Her finger touched the screen by itself.
For a few seconds she silently watched as they easily chatted in English.
Rin looked very cheerful.
Kurisaki-kun…
Completely calm.
When he started answering without the slightest accent, Yuki involuntarily widened her eyes.
“Wow…”
I didn’t know…
The video ended.
There was already a huge number of comments under it.
She mechanically clicked on Kurisaki-kun’s tagged profile.
His page opened almost instantly.
The first thing that caught her eye…
A new video.
Published less than an hour ago.
Yuki blinked in surprise.
“So early?..”
Next to the title, the number was already burning.
73,000 views.
“Seventy-three thousand?..”
She even involuntarily checked again.
The video had only come out very recently.
Why had so many people already watched it?
Curiosity finally took over.
She pressed play.
Kurisaki-kun appeared on the screen.
Still without his school uniform.
In sportswear.
Morning coolness, empty courtyard…
And a calm voice.
“Good morning.
Today I’ll show you a small morning workout that you can do almost anywhere…”
On the screen appeared Kurisaki-kun. Morning light, an empty courtyard, light coolness. He was wearing simple sportswear — a black tank top and shorts. Even like this, his figure looked… impressive.
At first, she simply listened to his calm, low voice explaining the exercises. But after just a few seconds, her gaze began to slide over his body on its own.
Broad shoulders. Arms where veins stood out even in a relaxed state. Abs that were visible even through the tank top. Not a single gram of excess fat. His entire body looked as if it had been carved from stone — lean, powerful, perfectly proportioned.
Yuki involuntarily bit her lower lip.
Then he said, “Now I’ll show you the proper pull-up technique,” and in one smooth motion pulled the tank top off over his head.
A quiet, barely audible sigh escaped Yuki.
His back… God. When he hung from the bar, his lats flared out like powerful wings, the thick cords of muscle tensing and rippling under his skin. Every repetition was slow and controlled. The muscles contracted and relaxed as if they were alive. Drops of sweat were already glistening on his shoulders and chest.
She couldn’t look away.
“How… is everything so defined on him…”
The video continued. Yuki was barely hearing the explanations anymore. She was simply watching.
Then she scrolled down to the comments.
At first, the normal ones appeared:
«Technique is fire 🔥»
«Finally a proper explanation, not just “do it like me”»
«Saved it, I’m going to repeat this every morning»
But the further down she scrolled, the more her cheeks burned.
There were especially many comments from girls. And clearly not just Japanese ones — English, Korean, even Spanish.
«This man is built like a god…»
«His body is insane but that bulge tho 😩»
«The way it moves when he does pull-ups… I can’t 😭»
«First class genes fr. Imagine getting pinned down by him…»
«Bro could fold me like a lawn chair and I’d thank him»
One comment in particular made her heart skip a beat:
«I wish he would pin me to the bed with force… with arms and a body like that — I wouldn’t even resist ❤️»
Yuki felt heat flooding her face all the way to her ears. She kept reading, unable to stop herself.
«His package is bulging even in shorts…»
«This isn’t a bulge anymore, this is the whole package»
She sharply looked back at the video.
And only now noticed it.
When Kurisaki-kun did another pull-up, the fabric of his athletic shorts… was noticeably stretching. A large, heavy outline clearly showed for a few seconds as his muscles tensed.
Yuki froze.
Her eyes widened. Her breathing became ragged. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the screen, even though everything inside her was clenching with shame.
This… this is…
In her head swirled the comments she had just read. His body. His arms. The way he calmly stood between her and those guys yesterday. How calmly he looked into her eyes.
She was mesmerized.
Her heart was pounding as if she had just run a hundred meters. A strange, warm, unfamiliar tension spread through her lower abdomen.
— …
Yuki abruptly pressed pause, and then turned off the video completely.
The phone nearly slipped out of her sweaty fingers.
She sat there, breathing heavily, pressing her palm to her chest. Her face was burning. Her knees were trembling slightly.
“What… what am I doing…” she whispered almost inaudibly.
In her head, the image of his tensed back muscles and that very noticeable outline in his shorts still lingered.
Yuki covered her face with both hands and quietly groaned in embarrassment.