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“next, we’re gonna lift the right arm with the left leg and vice versa! thaaaat’s it.”

grunts and groans fill the living room as you desperately try to keep up with the lady on the youtube video doing pilates.

yep, apparently this is your new fixation (starting today).

but… you aren’t exactly the most active person there is.

“fuck!” your head slams against the floor mat, neck muscles already strained to the max.

your husband—nanami kento—ever so attentive, looked up from the novel he’s reading to take a peek at you.

the corner of his lips hold back from a smirk and you can already predict what he’s about to say.

“what.”

“nothing, darling.” he hides his face behind the book, and you’re seething with anger.

as such, you storm over to nanami and straddle his lap, throwing his book to the side of the couch.

he bursts into a laugh, covering his mouth with his palm and it just aggravates you on how adorable he is.

“what? what is it? why’re you laughing, huh?” you even start laughing too! what the hell!

nanami wraps his big arms around your body and plasters kisses all over your face.

“stop-“ kiss. “-it,” kiss. “kentoooo!”

he squeezes your cheeks and shivers from the amount of cuteness aggression he has right now. “my love, i was simply enjoying the view. you looked so adorable all focused and grumpy.”

“i’m not grumpy.” you pout. he kisses your pout away.

you sigh, “maybe i’m not meant to be a pilates girl.”

“you’re my girl, that counts for something, right?” he says softly. you smack his chest and giggle. “you’re so corny”

“you’re corni…er. i don’t see why you need to do all this when your body’s perfect already.” nanami gently swipes the hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear.

“i just wanna be healthyyyyuh. plus i’ve got the mobility of an 80 year old, ken. i’m only 20!”

he kisses you again. and again. and again, until he finally whispers in your ear.

“let me worship you, baby. you’ll sweat more from it than dumb pilates.”

well… you couldn’t say no to that.

a/n: how i’d look at nanami