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Rock Candy (Or Strength Is In the Eyes of the Beholder)

A few weeks into school and all the first-years had settled in nicely. Yang had come to vastly appreciate the on-campus gym. Its equipment was state of the art, but that wasn't the main attraction. It was her occasional workout partner.

21 and her can-do spirit served as ample motivation. Even more, she was almost like a dangling carrot. Yang was proud of her own strength. She always had been and always would be, so it prickled her that 21 appeared to be even stronger. Yet it was that prickle that gave her a high as she worked out, tested herself. And when it felt like she hit a wall, a look at the pink Faunus' skin gleaming with sweat would give her another burst of adrenaline. Yang could almost understand why people used steroids if they were half as effective or half as addicting as the sight of the labored sight bubblegum girl.

"Yang, can you help me out for just a moment?"

The blonde looked up from her set and there was that pretty sharp-toothed grin. With a wordless nod, the blonde followed. She couldn't help but note the decent sized bar-bell 21 was curling with her tail as they went along. They stopped in front of a workout bench with a 300-pound weight mounted on it.

21's hand gestured to it invitingly as she looked at Yang, "Is this enough weight for you?"

"Yeah," Yang shrugged with a single brow raised, a strange feeling nestling in her chest. "But I thought I was supposed to be helping you."

"You will be," the Faunus smiled at her assuredly. "Just start lifting."

"Okay…" The blonde laid down and set to work and eventually overcame the strange feeling by focusing on her sets. Her concentration was so stout, she didn't notice that her companion slid underneath the bench.

Purple eyes went wide as their owner felt her station slowly lift up from the ground.

"Ooookaaaaayyy~!" The brawler hummed in surprise. Was the pink girl actually using her as training equipment!?

"You doing all right, Yang?" 21 asked a bit too casually for someone who was lifting a lifter lifting a 300-pound weight.

"No problem…" was all she managed to get out while still maintaining her own work load. Perhaps muscle memory helped with the slight shock.

"Good!" The other woman's grin was audible. "I always wanted to do this with Blake. But she's not really the Herculean type. Speed and agility are more her strong suit. So, I often just ended up lifting her instead. Which was pleasant." Just imagining the blush on 21's face made Yang go a bit red in the face herself. "It does me good to have a workout buddy who's as strong as you. Double the load, double the progress! That's teamwork"

"Thanks…" Even if she's implying I was her second choice, I weirdly don't mind. Yang could appreciate a person who truly appreciated her strength. And she definitely appreciated 21's strong body working underneath hers. She couldn't actually see it, but she could feel the labor going on below and imagine the picture of subtle, lithe muscles pushing against delicate skin. It was as though she could feel the bubblegum girl's pulse surging up into her finger tips and through the bench. It was so enchanting, so hypnotical-

Mmm…So strong~.