Giorno finally reracked the weight back to it's place and sat up as he met Trish's awed stare.

"That's my boy!" Dio excitedly yelled at his son's impressive set.

Giorno suddenly screamed in pain as his triceps cramped.

"That's your boy." Dio told Jonathan as he left.

'Shit! I have to do 1 more set of this??' he thought. Jonathan rushed over to Giorno and massaged his arms.

"Don't worry. Just don't bite off more than you can chew next time. Slow and steady gives the gains." the man reassured him.

"I wish you're my dad..."

Jonathan spotted Giorno's next and final bench set as Dio was outside hitting on some random girl.

"And that's it! You did an absolutely splendid job, Gio!" Jonathan high fived his nephew, Giorno smiled as his confidence build up.

"Thanks, uncle. I'm starting to get used to it."

"Now we go to the chest flies!" the muscular Joestar grinned.

"And so I can make you wryyy at bed. I bet my whole fortune on that, madamoiselle." Dio huskily whispered at the unamused woman. Lisa Lisa simply pepper sprayed the annoying blonde man.

"AAAGHH!!! You bitch!" Dio fell on his knees as the woman coolly walked away and re-adjusted her sunglasses.

Giorno lied down on a flat bench and slowly did his reps as Jonathan prescribed. 10 lbs dumbbells, he is a beginner, he can get away with it. Jonathan left to take care of some paperworks as Mista finally resumed his shift, incredibly paranoid.

"Hey junger ein! You should try to bend your elbows more! That exercise stresses your joints, keep it up or you won't be able to jack off for a week!" the german with a flattop said as he approached the newbie.

Giorno looked up from his bench to see the guy but all he could see is the man looming above him with his crotch near his face.

"Ahh, si. But can you please move away, it's kind of uncomforta- *pop*" Giorno gasped, he could have sworn he heard his elbow joints nonlethally snapped.

"Hah. You should stretch more, and use your left hand more often." Stroheim said as he walked away. Giorno sat up after he finished and waggled his shoulders. "... Where the hell is padre, anyway?"

He turned and got the answer as he saw Dio writhing in pain outside the gym.

Trish finally finished her set and gave Giorno one last glance before leaving.

'What's her problem..?' he pondered as he felt a little creeped out that the girl kept giving him looks. He stared at his hands. "Maybe my form is absolutely crap."

As time goes on, Dio slept in the couch to rest his eyes as Mista prepared 5 meals for the four of them. Jonathan sent Giorno through a hellish chest session.

"Lunch time! My treat."

"Finally." Giorno weakly mumbled as he felt like someone squeezed the shit out of him.

The blonde boy tiredly wobbled over the table.

Sitting down, he saw that their lunch is just... Plain rice, brocolli and steamed chicken breasts.

They're fucking flavorless, that was Giorno's opinion as he tried his best to eat everything. Jonathan noticed his expression as he chewed. "It'll get better in time." the man smiled reassuringly.

After awhile, they decided to go home.

"Hooooooow's your day, son?" Dio joyfully asked. Giorno found it odd, he expected him to be angry because of the pepper spray incident. "It's... Kind of bad. My arms cramped, some German guy approached me and made me uncomfortable, I can't get the form right and-"

"THAT'S FUCKING NOTHING! I GOT SPRAYED IN THE EYES! MY. SEXY. EYES! My day is worse than yours!" His padre screamed. Giorno rolled his eyes and went silent. Dio smiled triumphantly as his red eyes focused on the road.

Awkward silence.

"How does it feel, padre?"

"SHUT UP!"

The next day...

Giorno woke up, he had amazing sleep. His body feels so relaxed and- "Why can't I move?" he asked out loud, he tried to sit up but his chest hurts like hell. "Owowowowow!" he lied back down. His arms felt tired as well.

DOMS: Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness

Giorno wants to quit but then his dad barged through his door once again. "Oh Giornoooooo~?"

"Oh boy."

"Guess what day is it today?"

"Th-"

"It's Tuesday! And Tuesday is arm day! My favorite." Dio whispered the last part. "But pa, it's Thursday."

"... Fuck." Dio sulked in the corner of his son's room. "Why? What's the matter?" the blonde boy asked. "It's... Leg day."

Giorno smiled brightly "Oh that's perfect! My arms and upperbody are aching at every move. A leg day is the perfect day since I can properly rest them."

One gym session later

"OWF!" Giorno grunted as he fell face first to the ground, Dio's legs wobbled as he walked to the bathroom. Jonathan insisted they follow his routine. Which is incredibly tough as much as Dio hated to admit it. "Knees weak, arms heavy." Jonathan teased his nephew.

"Spaghetti." the kid grumbled. The phone in Jonathan's room rang. "Oh, I'll be getting that. Mista! Ice please!"

Apparently, they're the only people in the gym. It's been a slow day.

Mista laughed his ass off as he gave Giorno an ice to cool down the soreness in his legs. "Ow! Be gentle!" Giorno complained as Mista just dumped the ice pack on Giorno's thigh. "Oh, Giorno? Your zipper is busted. Why are you wearing sweatpants with zipper anyway?"

The blonde boy reached to fix it but it hurts when he moves. "Ouch... Can you fix it for me?"

"Eh. No problem bud."

Narancia skipped happily as he decided to give Mista a visit. "Ahh. This must be the gym he works on!" he smiled as he entered the door, only to see Mista going down on Giorno.

"Ahhh, Mista! Don't be so forceful! My legs!"

"Oh stop squirming, you knucklehead."

"Nnggg! Shit."

"Ahh fuck this, I'll just-"

"No! Don't take my pants off!"

Narancia carefully walked backwards and exits the gym.

One hour later.

"Dio! Hey, Dio! It's getting late! It's time for you guys to go home." Jonathan knocked at the restroom door. "Padre, you've been there for an hour." Giorno complained as Mista already ended his shift and left.

"What's taking you so long?" Dio's brother asked.

Dio finally spoke. "Here I sit and hesitate. Shall I shit or masturbate?"

There! I updated! Wryyyyyyyyyyyy!!!