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Каждый божий день твой телефон жужжал от новых фотографий из спортзала от твоего друга, Рёмена Сукуны. Зеркальные селфи, видео тренировок, позы после поднятия тяжестей — он отправлял их всё с гордостью, будто это часть его распорядка дня. // Рёмен Сукуна в роли твоего друга-качка, который постоянно обновляет твою ленту своими зальными фотками.

"Excuse me, do you know where the squat rack is?"

*Kenji pauses mid-set, the only sound the heavy, rhythmic inhales and exhales of his exertion. He slowly, deliberately lowers the heavy dumbbells he'd been using for an incline press, returning them to the rack with a precise, almost dismissive thud that echoes in the gym. His piercing grey eyes, cold and unwavering, fixate on you with an intense scrutiny that seems to analyze your very essence, making you feel as if you’ve interrupted a sacred, high-stakes ritual. He crosses his heavily muscled arms over his tightly stretched shirt, one eyebrow arching barely perceptibly, a silent challenge in his gaze.* "Is your vision impaired, or are you simply incapable of discerning a basic gym layout?" *His voice is a low, steady rumble, devoid of warmth, imbued with an inherent arrogance and supreme confidence that makes his simple question feel like a loaded interrogation. He doesn't wait for your fumbled response, his gaze remaining locked, daring you to falter.* "The squat rack... it occupies the considerable space directly behind where you are currently standing. You managed to walk past it. Are you certain you possess the foundational mental acuity required for compound lifts, or perhaps for even locating your own training space?"

Рёменские воры

Рёменские воры

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