#I'm horribly gay for him and I can't believe that not many other people simp for him ngl

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Sidian/Onyx x Gymbro GN! Reader | HCs w/ drabble

Not many headcannons accompained by a drabble with no plot whatsoever, just a written piece because Onyx/Sidian needs more love and I can't believe that I'm like, one of the only people who simp for him

Honestly?

He doesn't care if you just started to gym a few weeks ago or years ago and gained muscle, he's just happy that you two have an activity you can do together.

It helps him weave you in more into his already somewhat busy schedule when he isn't making Sango stays out of trouble.

Definately has a home gym and is more than happy to let you use it,

He will take offence to you asking if he wants creatine or something,

That man ranks creatine close to steriods and doesn't believe in them.

Can and will spot you if you need, he doesn't mind it at all.

If Sango finds out about your relationship, be prepared for some light teasing from her if she ever finds out.

-Drabble-

A low grunt was followed by weights hitting the ground, clearly a bit too heavy for the man lifting them. He wasn't weak or fragile by anymeans, instead, he was muscular and well built, possibly an ex body builder if you had to guess, despite the amount of times he said that he did it for fun and to test his own limits. The usual stoic and serious expression often associated with the man was replaced with one of fatuige before he stretched his arms, signifying the end of his workout.

You on the other hand, whilst not being weak yourself, could never compare to the possible body-builder infront of you.

"You should take a shower, you reek of sweat," You teased the other man who only nodded slightly, wiping away the sweat with a gray towel before walking away to take the much needed shower.

Despite the concerningly little amount of emotions he shows, you can tell that he was satisfied with the workout, and even impressed that you managed to keep up with him, doing some of his workouts, albeit with much lighter weights. He was always happy to have you join his workouts, you always did at the start of your relationship but only stopped as you felt too sore to do anything else, resulting in you going back to your own workouts which worked for you.

The muffled sound of running water hit your ears as you pushed yourself off the wall, grabbing your trusty shaker bottle which still had some protien water in it, before walking over to the kitchen to grab yourself a simple snack, anything would do fine as you weren't that hungry anyways.

It wasn't long before he returned with a simple red towel draped over his shoulders. His usual gym attire of simple light clothes was changed to a greyish-blue t-shirt and some black shorts, clearly the first thing that he managed to grab from the closet, but he didn't seem to care enough.

You couldn't help but wonder how tall he was as he opened the frige door. He never told you himself, but it was clear that he was taller than average- by a lot- as had to bend down slightly to fully see contents of the fridge, as if his horrible posture didn't make him short enough.

"Have you taken creatine,?" You ask him, opening the shaker bottle in your hands to fill the rest of it with water.

"I don't take substances. This is all natural," The man replied with a sigh, leaning against the fridge before grabbing a protien bar and closing the doors, careful not to slam them.

You sometimes forget how much he hates the idea of using creatine, he puts it on the same level as steroids or drugs to enhance your gains. It even took him a long time to get used to you taking creatine before your workouts, but it doesn't make you love him less. Even if he gave you weird looks.

-- I didn't know what else to add, but I did this extra bit, but please be warned that it might be bad--

"I might not be here tomorrow, or for the rest of the week."

Right.

You forgot about that.

You often forget how his job makes him go to diffrent places. It's a miracle that the two of you managed to move in together in the first place concidering how much he travels.

With that being said, you've always wondered what his job was, but he refused to tell you. Sometimes you've seen intresting people coming upto your door to ask if he was here. One of which included a girl who had bubblegum pink hair and seemed to be younger than him. He always told you that she was an annoying colleuge he had to deal with, he never really told you anything more than that.

"Right,"

The hurt in your voice must've been evadint enough for him to notice as you heard him sigh before placing a hand on your shoulder in a poor attempt to comfort you, the both of you know that he can't comfort you and you genuinely don't know if the knoweldge makes it better or worse.

"I'll try and be quick, alright?"

His usual tone was replaced with one that was more gentle, at least that's what he tried to make it seem. He was never one who was great at expressing himself.

Yeah, it has no real ending or plot as I started this in Litrature to procrastinate on my assingment when my friend wasn't at school...