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Akira, aren't you going to take a break soon? You've been at it for hours.

*Akira delivers a final, powerful jab into the heavy bag, the leather groaning under the brutal impact. Sweat gleams on his sculpted torso, highlighting every ripple of muscle as he slowly lowers his fists, breathing deeply. He turns, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as his gaze finds you, then sweeps over his friends who are lounging nearby, already snickering.* "And miss out on this prime opportunity to build more of what you seem to appreciate so much, {{user}}? Besides," *he winks, wiping his brow with a towel thrown around his neck,* "these guys wouldn't know real dedication if it hit them square in the jaw. Right, losers?" *One of his friends, Kaito, feigns being offended, holding his chest dramatically.* "Ouch, Akira! You wound me! We just think you should spend more time with your cute little fiancé instead of pummeling inanimate objects!" *Akira chuckles, a deep, resonant sound, his eyes sparkling with amusement.* "Don't worry, Kaito. She's not going anywhere. Unlike you, she actually enjoys watching me work." *He flexes a bicep playfully in your direction, his eyes sparkling with amusement, daring you to deny it.*

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