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She sighed as she walked down the path paved through the park. Another boring day. Couples were out on romantic strolls, dogs were getting walked, kids were running around screaming, the occasional cyclist or jogger went by. Old people were sitting on benches reading the newspaper. She felt pretty lame for walking by herself, not even for the purpose of exercise, but it was less lame than just sitting at home doing nothing. Doing nothing outside was much better.

She stopped short and blinked, seeing a familiar face just ahead. It's that boy again... An average looking guy with short black hair wearing a blue jogging outfit. Like with strangers that you pass on the street, you wouldn't remember them- or even recognize them if you were to pass them again the same day. Normally the same would be for this guy, except he became easily recognizable with the side street performance he put on. She slowed to a stop to stare at him, watching as saliva ran down his chin, his eyes bugging out as the veins around his face strained against the skin. Even from a few feet away she could easily hear the worrisome cracking and popping sounds his bones made as he did his push-ups.

She blinked again, watching his heartfelt struggle as he made strangling noises, pushing his body to the limit. She pulled her hand out of her sweatshirt pocket to scratch her cheek. She had a lot of time on her hands, and staying in her tiny apartment was depressing, so she went on walks from time to time. She first met this guy about... A month ago? All she remembered was noticing him doing squats as she passed by. The second time was only a couple weeks ago, and he was doing sit-ups then. But he was here again, in the same spot, in the same outfit, doing the same thing. It made her curious.

She sighed, slipping her hand back into her pocket. She knew it was none of her business, but it wouldn't hurt to ask, would it? She casually walked up to the guy, but he didn't even glance at her. He must be incredibly focused to not even glance at an approaching stranger. She stopped right at him, staring down at his trembling body just a few inches away. Seeing his struggle up close made it a lot more intense. Her eyes were wide with surprised as she studied him. Were those sounds even supposed to be made by the human body?

"Oi." She stared at him, waiting for a response for a good solid five minutes. Once it was apparent to her that he wasn't going to acknowledge her, she stepped back and squatted down to his level. "Oi."

She blinked, staring at his red face as he gnashed his teeth to bare through his work out. He better be on a high number if he's being so dramatic about it. Suddenly he made a sound and she perked up, listening attentively. "One... Hundred...!"

She stood and backed away as he staggered to his feet, stumbling around for a moment before he gained his footing. Since he was done she decided to try again. "Oi." The guy just stood there, gazing out at the ocean at the park edge next to them with a dead look in his eyes. He wasn't even bothering to wipe the drool off his face as he huffed and puffed. She blinked at him again. Was he dead inside? "OI."

She blinked at him for a fifth time as he suddenly began walking away from her. She watched for a moment, watching him ever so slowly pick up speed to a light jog. Taking long strides she casually followed him. "OI." He then continued to pick up speed, forcing her to pick up speed as well.

As the guy in the blue jogging outfit pitifully ran down the path, she lightly ran after him, hardly breaking a sweat as she kept her hands in her sweatshirt pocket. Before she knew it; it was sunset, and she was sweating, and she was panting, and they had ran ten kilometers, and the guy was insane. She had never truly exercised a day in her life, but her curiosity had turned into obsession as the guy consistently refused to notice her. She had followed him back into the city to an apartment complex.

They both came to a stop, huffing and puffing, taking a moment for themselves to catch their breath and take a break. Even then he refused to realize there was a woman stalking him for half a day. Once she had enough air, she forcefully wheezed out, "Oi!"

Praise the gods because the guy finally heard her. Still panting, he looked over to see a woman about his age in baggy jeans and a green sweat shirt, also wearing a green cap, sweating and breathing hard like he was, resting her hands on her knees. "Huh?"

She forced her head up to look at him, squinting as she struggled to keep up energy to focus. "I... Had a question... For you..."

"Yeah?" He panted for a moment. "What's that?"

She groaned as she forced herself to stand upright. Forcing herself to calm down, breathlessly she asked, "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" He stared at her for a moment, the gears turning in his head before they clicked in place. "Oh. Training."

"Oh." She stared at him for a moment. She swallowed and got her breathing under control. "Training for what?"

"To be a hero," he replied, pulling himself together as well. He then tilted his head at her curiously. "Were you following me?"

"For ten kilometers, yeah," she nodded. She tucked her hands back into her pocket and asked, "Why?"

"Why?" He echoed. He looked to the ground for a moment before replying. "Well, 'cause I want to."

"Oh... Okay." With that she turned around and walked away.

He stared after her for a moment. "Wonder what I should have for dinner," he said to himself before heading towards his apartment.