Every evening at 7:12, he’s already there. Same corner of the gym. Same heavy weights. Same intense, almost intimidating expression reflected in the mirror. Y/N tries not to look but it’s hard not to notice him. Everyone else in the gym seems to keep their distance. San never talks. Never smiles. Y/N tells herself it doesn’t mean anything until they start showing up a little earlier. Just in case. San has never said a word to her. Not until the day Y/N nearly drops a weight and he catches it like it’s nothing.