You woke up this morning with a plan for your day. It's no surprise that your new years resolution was to work out more since it seemed to be what everyone's was, but you were pretty convinced you were one of the very few who were actually going through with it. This morning you made a smoothie of fruits and low fat yogurt, and although it wasn't as good as eating bacon for breakfast, it was still pretty damn good. You'd have to remember to thank your aunt for buying a smoothie maker for you for Christmas. 

You had finally finished changing into your workout gear now and noticed how tight the leggings you were wearing fit on your body. You were almost scared you were going to tear them, but damn did your legs look good. You picked up the towel you had dropped on your bed and the bottle of water you had placed way too many ice cubes in and placed it in your gym bag along with your towel and finally got out of the house once your zipper decided to work. 

Walking down the street this early in the morning was always boring. It's cold, quiet and all you can hear is the chirping of those few annoying birds in the neighborhood that always woke you up at five am because they think it's acceptable to start chirping back and forward to one and other when the sun has barely risen. You shoved your earphones into your ears and pressed play on the playlist you had spent all night making for the next two weeks you would be spending in the gym. You blared Eye of the Tiger as loud as you possibly could without bursting your ear drums and began to jog to the gym. It wasn't super far away, so it didn't take you long. 

You stepped into the gym and could instantly smell the sweat and deodorant. A few men who looked like they had been here for months before now were working out and lifting weights and running on treadmills. But there were two particular trolls that caught your attention. 

One troll looked completely ripped, he was sweating an ocean. His horns seemed to be the same horns as the troll sitting beside him but one was broken. The troll without the broken horn looked uncomfortable, he was probably just here for moral support. Speaking of the troll, he lifted his eyes off of what seemed to be his brother and met your curious gaze. He smiled politely and blushed lightly before looking back down at his feet. 

You hung the handle of your gym bag off of a coat hook and walked over to a treadmill. You figured it was best to start it off slow but gradually make the speed higher. You allowed yourself to zone out, just running on the treadmill with your earphones in your ears and your music playing until you became out of breath and decided it was time for a break. 

You pressed the button on the side of the treadmill to turn it off so it was safe to get off before you walked over to your bag. You could feel a pair of eyes looking straight through your back as you took a long sip out of your drink bottle, and when you turned around to meet those eyes, you noticed the two trolls you saw when you walked in staring at you with dropped jaws. 

"Uh, hello there," you smiled and raised an eyebrow at the two. Both of them were blushing so brightly, you could barely recognize them through all that blue. The one without the broken horn cleared his throat and turned away while the other one stared down at his feet.

"D--> My apologies, it was e%eptionally rude of us to stare," the troll with the broken horn apologized. "D--> Especially since It was of such.. 100d nature... I need a towel." 

The broken horned troll seemed to break out in a sweat. He stood up and walked over to and incredibly large pile of towels that was sitting on one of the benches where everyone who came here would put their stuff. You assumed he had carted those towels all the way here himself. The troll you were left with talking to you smiled and sat politely. A bead of sweat was rolling down his forehead, but he remained calm. 

"8=D> I am very sorry about all of that," the troll sighed. "8=D> I'm Horrus, and that was my brother Equius." 

"It's not a problem Horrus, what happened to your brother's horn?" 

"8=D< Oh well, Equius is e%ceptionally strong, he broke it in a feat of STRENGTH." 

"Jeez, that must have hurt." 

"8=D< Indeed."

"I'm (Y/N) by the way." You stuck out one of your hands to shake Horrus'. He smiled and shook your hand politely.

Horrus shuffled uncomfortably, a bright blueberry blush taking over his grey cheeks. He cleared his throat and seemed to be talking to himself inside of his head as he wiggled around on the bench he was sitting on. A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek as he swallowed loudly and finally opened his mouth to speak.

"8=D< I hope you do not mind me asking but... Would you possibly like to go on a 'date' with me?" Horrus gulped. "8=D< My apologies, that may have come out 100d. I understand completely if you decline, I do not know you at all yet but I would absolutely love to learn more about you."

"You know what, sure," you hummed. "What time?"