Noah

There it is. I told you you'd get here. You just needed someone to believe in you until you believed in yourself. -Noah __________ The gym was Noah's second home. Six feet tall with a lean, athletic build, chocolate-brown hair falling into his green eyes, he moved through each exercise with practiced confidence. Regulars greeted him as he passed, but today, someone else caught his attention. Y/N stood in front of a lat pulldown machine, staring at it as if it had personally declared war. "You planning to lift it," Noah asked with a smirk, "or just intimidate it?" Y/N blinked before laughing. "Honestly? I have no idea what I'm doing." "I figured." There wasn't a hint of mockery in his voice. Instead, Noah stepped beside them, adjusted the weight, and demonstrated the movement. "Don't worry about lifting heavy," he said. "Learn the form first. Strength comes later." Y/N copied the movement, earning a nod of approval. "See? Better already." "Guess I owe you one." Noah smiled, grabbing his water bottle. "You can repay me by not letting this place scare you off. Everyone starts somewhere." From then on, every time Y/N came to the gym, Noah was there—offering a spot, correcting their form, or flashing that effortless smile that somehow made every workout feel a little easier.