This was inspired/follows in the footsteps of a Scissorlips short fic, set in his Suzu route:
 
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I honestly just read it, and a lot of this just kind of came to me:  Taro learning how to start lifting/working out from a girl he's decided to try for.  
 
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Down, one.  Down, two.  Down, three.
 
Just one more set of squats, girl.  We're gonna push it today.  Just add an extra set to everything, and we'll be golden.  Beautiful, even.  Just don't give up.
 
Ikuno's forehead broke out in a fresh set, as she lowered her body to the gym floor, weighted bar on her shoulders.  She prided herself in never cutting corners, but today, she was incredibly tempted.
 
Down, seven.  Down, eight.  Down, nine.
 
Just a little more.  Work it out, baby.  Oh man, just a few more.
 
Yamaku, in addition to some of the best in-school medical facilities in the country, boasted one of the best athletic programs of any private school in the country.  The gym, situated near the indoor pool, was almost always active after school  It wasn't incredibly large, but wasn't lacking anything as far as equipment was concerned.  Because of the school numerous benefactors, issues other schools had with aging machines and missing weights rarely occurred.  Not to mention, the majority of the students using them were quite respectful of their shared property.
 
Ikuno was in the corner, finishing her routine.  Three or four times a week, she'd make her way to the gym to lift weights.  She laid this routine down her first year here, and had prided herself on always finding an hour or two every other day to get down here.  Today was a special day for her:  Her horoscope had been somewhat cryptic, but mentioned “pushing to the stars to achieve the greatest reward.”  She never really took such predictions to heart, but today seemed as good as any to give her workout a boost.
 
Down, twelve.  Down, thirteen.  
 
Ooooh, this is really starting to burn.  
 
Down, seventeen.  Down, eighteen.
 
Good, it means it's working.
 
Down, twenty.  Down, twenty-one.
 
She grunted as she neared the end of her sets.
 
Down, twenty-three.
 
Two more.
 
Down, twenty-four.
 
Last one, cowgirl.
 
Down, twenty-five.
 
She stepped backwards carefully and slowly lowered the bar into it's holder.  Holy crap, that extra set hurt.  Stepping forward, free of the extra weight, she stumbled a bit.  She resisted the urge to sit down, as she rubbed her shoulder.  Damn, that bar was heavy today.  But she did it.  And she was going to do it again the next time too.  Again and again, until it got easy, then she was going to add another set.  That's how you'll do it, Ikuno.  Keep adding weight and keep working till it's a nothing.
 
She smiled, as she thought about it.  When she first started out, she was a bit overweight, and could barely bench-press a bare bar.  Now, she had an enviable figure, and felt like she could pull a loaded bus, all by herself.  Hell, last time she'd been at Molly's house, she even helped her father lift a bike motor into its frame.  Okay, she thought to herself, maybe a bus is a bit... more than a motor, but still.
 
Her routine now halfway over, she found her water bottle and towel and leaned up against the wall, giving herself a minute or two to relax.  She looked around the gym, watching different groups go about their own routines.  Three of the six treadmills were being used by some first year girls in the front, their mouths open as they panted through what was likely their first time working out.  A few guys from various classes were near the leg lift, whooping as they watched their friend push up against an increasingly larger stack of weights.  At the front of the room, Taro stood--
 
Wait, Taro Arai?  That kid from the back of the classroom?  She did a double take, confirming that yes, it was him.  He was looking around nervously, dressed in a light blue gym outfit—tank top and gym shorts—and towel.  His good arm was scratching the back of his head, as though he'd just happened to show up, ready to work out.
 
Taro was a pretty decent guy, in Ikuno's book.  A little on the quiet side, but he got along with everyone alright, and he somehow managed to deal with that Maeda kid on a daily basis.  She always sensed he was just friendly to a fault, but he never really established himself with a group of people.  He got a lot of crap from some of the nastier elements of the school for being on the heavy side, but really, he wasn't bad looking at all.  If anything, with his rounded face and his tall, wide frame, he was kind of cute; like a big, shaggy dog that was just happy to be around.  Or like one of those bears at the nearby zoo, that always sat near the cage and “waved” at visitors.
 
He didn't look to happy now, however.  Ikuno watched as a few times, he started to walk in the direction of a machine, then reconsider and take a step back.  Nerves, she thought.  He's alone, out of his element, and probably a little embarrassed.  Coming here is admitting that he's out of shape, and that's not something he can really do around a bunch of people he really only has a passing knowledge of.  As he started to back towards the door, Ikuno realized that it was now or never; if he turned back there was a good chance he'd never return.  Saddle up, cowgirl, she thought, we got a live one.
 
“Hey, Taro!” she called, walking towards the door.  He turned around, surprised and maybe a bit bashful as he tried to see who was calling to him.  
 
“Over here, man!”  He looked in her direction as she called out again, and blinked.
 
“Uh... Komaki, nice to uh... you know...  Yeah, whats up?”  He scratched the back of his head again, as she closed the distance and stood in front of him.
 
“Please, it's Ikuno.  We've been in the same class for two years, man.”  She placed a hand on her hip, looking up at him with a smile.  “You look a little lost. First time?”  
 
He blushed furiously, and turned away.  Rather quietly, he started to mumble almost incomprehensibly. “Ah... yeah, I actually just... uh... I'm just gonna--”
 
“You need to sign in,” she said, cutting him off.  She removed a clipboard with a time sheet on it, and held it in front of him.  “Name, date, time,” she said, indicating each field with the attached pen.  “Then just sign out here when you're done.  If you don't, some of the guys here get kinda pissy.” she said, hitching her thumb back towards the gym.  She pushed the clipboard towards him.
 
He stared at it for a second, apparently surprised at her forwardness.  He seemed to be deeply debating whether or not to pick up the pen.
 
“I... I just gotta...” he mumbled, looking everywhere but at her.  He was going to be tough.
 
“You just gotta pick up some weights, man.  C'mon,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the equipment.  He stumbled forward a bit, surprised but then stopped.
 
“Ikuno...” he sighed.  “Thanks for the help but.. I dunno.. I think this was a mistake.”  He looked over his shoulder, to the door again, and Ikuno sighed.
 
“Taro, does this look like a mistake to you?”  She pulled back her sleeve and flexed her arm, raising a bulge.  Taro's eyes grew a bit at this, and she smirked.  It's always funny to watch their reactions.
 
“Gettin' stronger isn't a mistake, Taro.  It's gonna feel like one after I'm done with you,” she said, with a mischievous grin, “but you're gonna feel like a regular muscleman before too long.”
 
He shifted his weight, looking decidedly away from her.  He cast his glance to the third years, pushing up the crazy amounts of weight with their legs.  “I just don't want to embarrass myself.”
 
“Taro,” she said, softening her voice, “Do you think any of them started out like that?  It takes time, and effort.  It's not embarrassing, Taro.”  She smiled, and held the clipboard out again.  “Trust me!”
 
After a long moment of consideration, he took the clipboard.  As he turned, Ikuno was afraid that he'd hang it back up on the wall, but realized he was just using it to hold the board up while he filled in the blanks.  As he finished and turned around, she beamed at him.
 
“Well, well, Taro.  Welcome to Ikuno's House of pain,” she said, making a mock warface and pumping her fist out in front of her.
 
“If it makes me look like Bruce Willis, I'm game,” replied Taro, his friendly smile back.
 
“Wait, who?” asked Ikuno, confused.  Taro reddened a little.
 
“He's some American... nevermind.”
 
“Ooooh, like that Schwartsawhatever?” she said, smiling again.  His face lit up.
 
“Yeah, kind of!”
 
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