🎀Stretch with me🎀
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TᗯIᔕTEᗪ ᗯOᑎᗪEᖇᒪᗩᑎᗪ
Characters RuggiexYina (Oc by @loojii)
Notes I sat down today fully intending to write something for a super buff reader insert… and then immediately remembered that Loojii already created the absolute peak version of a muscular goddess. So this kinda spiraled straight into a Ruggie x Yina moment instead. She lives rent-free in my head and keeps flexing at me, I’m sorry. Please enjoy this accidental tribute to Loojii’s Amazonian hyena queen. 💪✨💛
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Ruggie thinks he’s alone in the courtyard.
The sun is low, turning Savanaclaw’s rough stone paths soft and golden. He slumps on a bench, rubbing the dull ache in his lower back. He looks tired in that quiet, heavy way he never admits. Too many errands. Too much running around. Too much everything.
He doesn’t notice the shadow that suddenly stretches over him.
A very tall shadow.
“Ruggieee. Oh my gosh, what are you doing sitting like that?”
Yina’s voice is bright and bubbly, with that unmistakable giggle.
When he looks up, he sees her standing there like a workout angel. A very tall, very muscular, very sun-kissed workout angel.
Yina is impossible to miss. She towers over him by a lot, broad shoulders blocking the sunlight. Her arms are sculpted from years of training, thighs thick and powerful, and when she shifts her weight to one hip he gets a tiny glimpse of the six-pack she always claims is “like, soooo annoying to maintain.”
Everything about her is warm and strong and… kind of distracting.
She leans down so she’s closer to his level, curls falling over her shoulder in a bouncy cascade.
“You look super sore,” she says, squinting at him with concern. “Like, for real. Your back is doing that sad little curve thing again.”
Ruggie tries to straighten up fast. “It’s not sad. I’m fine. Totally fine.”
“You’re absolutely not,” she giggles, placing her hands on her hips. “You literally look like you’re seventy.”
He bristles. “Do not call me seventy.”
“Well then stop sitting like you’re eighty.”
He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Yinaaa…”
She giggles again, soft and friendly, and Ruggie has to look away because her laugh hits him in the chest every single time.
And because her physique is right there. In his face. Towering over him. Glowing in the sunset like a damn fitness magazine cover.
She notices his silence and tilts her head. “Hey. For real. What’s wrong?” She leans down even closer, bracing one strong hand on the bench beside him.
He can smell her. Citrus shampoo, gym chalk, and something warm and sweet that might just be her.
Ruggie swallows. “I just… overdid it a little. Errands. You know how it is.”
Yina frowns. On her, even frowning looks cute. “Ruggie. Babe. No. You’re totally wrecking your spine doing all that.”
His heart does a little flip. She calls everyone babe. But still.
“It’s whatever,” he mutters. “I’ll sleep it off.”
She straightens up to her full towering height, folds her arms across her chest, and gives him a look. A look.
“Nope,” she says cheerfully. “Not happening. You’re coming with me.”
“Huh? What for?”
“Oh my gosh, don’t be silly. I’m gonna help you stretch.”
He blinks. His brain short-circuits a little.
“You’re gonna what?”
“You need, like, a real athlete’s reset,” she says, reaching out and gently tugging his forearm. “And I’m, like, literally right here? And I know exactly what to do?”
Ruggie rises without meaning to. She’s just… very strong. And her hand is so warm. And she is so tall that he has to tilt his chin up a little when she pulls him along.
“This is unnecessary,” he mutters, even as he goes willingly. “Really. You don’t gotta go out of your way.”
Yina stops, bends down again so they’re eye-level, and smiles at him. It’s soft. It’s warm. It hits him harder than he expects.
“Ruggie,” she says gently. “You go out of your way for everyone. All the time. Let me help you, okay? Please?”
He stares at her.
At her big earnest eyes. At the sunlight warming the definition of her arms. At the way she kneels to talk to him even though she absolutely doesn’t need to.
“…Fine,” he murmurs. “Just… don’t make fun of me if I squeak or something.”
Yina beams. “Oh my gosh, you squeak? That’s adorable.”
“I didn’t say I squeak.”
“You totally did.”
“I didn’t!”
“You so did.”
Before he can argue again, she leads him behind the gym where a padded mat waits, still warm from the day’s heat.
“Sit,” she says, kneeling behind him. She has to lean forward to see over his shoulder, chest brushing his back for one terrifying second.
Ruggie’s soul leaves his body.
“Okay,” she says brightly. “Let’s start with your poor tired shoulders. Just relax for me.”
He tries. He really tries.
But when her big hands cup his upper arms, warming the muscles with an expert, gentle pressure, he almost melts.
“You’re always doing too much,” she murmurs. “Let me take some of the weight, okay?”
Ruggie closes his eyes.
He loves her height. He loves her strength. He loves the way she can basically fold around him with just her presence. And right now, the only thought in his head is how good her hands feel.
“…Yina?” he says quietly.
“Yeah?”
“This is… kinda nice.”
She smiles behind him, voice melting into a softer tone. “Told you, babe. I got you.”
