More Z team and a reader with a fat ass
Like the reader is wearing something form fitting and all of the Z team is trying (and failing to be discreet)
Imagine the reader always wears baggy clothes, then one day the team offers you to all work out together. You tell them you didn't bring any work out clothes with you and Prism says you can barrow her extra pair. Cue you being the last one out of the locker room, all eyes locked onto you as you walk past in form fitting booty shorts.
God forbid if it's a leg day.
Flambae is too distracted to notice that the metal bar he's holding is starting to melt, that is until the weights crash to the floor.
Waterboy is dripping way more water than usual, slipping off the treadmill.
Robert drops the weights he was lifting onto his chest when you walk right by his head.
Golem, who was Robert's spotter, is too distracted by you to do anything.
Punch up is waiting to decide what exercise to do. He's waiting to see what you pick so he can be right by you with his perfect line of sight.
And Prism had her phone camera up and ready the second you left the locker rooms. She knew exactly what she's doing and is about to make some money off of these other suckers.
