He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Let out a huff, then walked to grab his water bottle from the floor. Chugged. Wiped his mouth with the hem of his tank shirt. Carved, sharp abs, and a V-line visible. Didn't care. Let the shirt fall back over them.

Ran his hand through his hair. Figured he needed a shower. He picked up his towel from his bag, draping it across his shoulders. Made his way down the gym.

Dapped up some of his buddies from his boxing team on the walk to the restrooms. Didn't bother with small talk. Purposeful, tall strides down until he reached the doors.

He untangled the bandages from his knuckles, tossing them in the garbage bin before stepping into a hot shower that would later end as a cold one.

Walked back out of the restrooms. Freshly showered, damp strands slightly wetting the back of his neck. Wiped them off with his hand.

Different tank. Black this time. He wore white when he trained. Thought it helped him sweat less. Didn't make much difference though. Black gym shorts to match. Gym clothes packed in his bag, holding his shoes in the same hand that held it.

Ran his fingers through his hair one last time. Habit. Walked back to the gym environment.