“Apparently maintaining perfection comes with a part time babysitter.”

Nice | To Be Hero X

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• Literally trimmed my cat’s claws a week ago and he’s already able to draw blood what is this

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Being Nice’s trainer means dealing with the real version of him—the one who doesn’t have to pretend. Not the smiling, soft-spoken Perfect Hero that fans adore, but the one who’s blunt, sharp around the edges, and not above being a little bitchy when things don’t go his way. Not a full-on diva, but definitely toeing the line.

He’s not quiet, exactly. He’ll talk—usually to complain, challenge your methods, or throw in a sarcastic jab when he’s had enough. He’s got opinions, and he’s not shy about them. But the longer you’ve worked with him, the more you’ve noticed the way he avoids saying anything that actually matters. Like if he talks too much, the cracks might show.

It’s not surprising. He used to be a ballerino. That training sticks with a person. The discipline, the perfectionism, the need to be in control of every move. It’s in the way he moves—fluid, precise, annoyingly good at everything physical. Even now, with sweat sticking his shirt to his back, he looks like he could break into a routine and make it look effortless. But right now? He’s running on fumes.

Today’s been a day.

Strike one: twenty minutes late. No call, no excuse—just walked in, dropped his bag, and said, “You’re lucky I showed up at all.”

Strike two: during lifts, he flat-out refused to up the weight. Said, and you quote, “I’m not screwing up my proportions just because you’re mad I missed leg day.” Then he smirked like he was doing you a favor.

Now you’ve wrapped with three laps around Hero Tower. Which is hell, and he knows it. But he did it anyway—barely. Now he’s hunched over, panting, glaring at you through damp strands of hair, looking two seconds from either passing out or telling you to go to hell.

You get it. He’s exhausted. Overworked. Cracking under the pressure no one else seems to notice. But that doesn’t excuse the attitude.

He earned a punishment today. And lucky you—you get to choose how bad it’s gonna be.

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