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"Is that really the best you can do? Even Harua can lift more than that."
Fuma's face looks serious when he says it, but Yuma knows what he's doing. It's just the two of them in the gym, after Yuma had asked over and over again for Fuma to help him work out more. He's not unfit – no idol who has to perform on stage ever could be – but he wants to try and build up a little more muscle. He's got good core strength from his years of dancing, but when he looks at Fuma, he wants to look more like that.
"Harua is a magical prince," he replies in between reps. "He's not subject to the laws of nature like the rest of us."
The corners of Fuma's mouth lift, not quite a smile, but enough that Yuma knows he's having fun with this. "That's probably true, but you can definitely lift more. I've seen you pick up Taki."
"Taki definitely weighs more than this." He finishes the reps, breathing hard, but he thinks Fuma might be right. He's still got a bit more he can give.
"One more set? I bet Maki could do it with his eyes closed."
Fuma's already reaching down to increase the weight for him, not actually waiting for an answer. They both know Yuma's not giving up, not if Fuma's challenging him like this.
"Will you buy me food afterwards if I do this?"
"Brat. Do the same routine tomorrow without complaining, and you can have any meal you want."
Yuma grins. He was already planning on doing exactly that. And this way he gets a free meal out of the deal. "I'll even do a whole extra set of reps tomorrow for you."
There were times that Yuma loved that his members knew how to motivate him, how to push him just that extra little bit.
The sudden smile on Fuma's face made Yuma groan. "You gave in too easily. Which means you already had that in mind. So I'll take that extra set today."
And sometimes, like today, he really, really hates it.