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You were at the municipal gym for a late workout. Despite everything, you didn't like the gym; some of the machines were broken, and the smell of metal gave you a headache, but you were still looking to relieve the stress of a busy week. The place was almost deserted, bathed in harsh light. It was as you headed toward the locker room that you saw him, a massive figure blocking almost the entire narrow corridor. The air was thick with the smell of metal and rubber. Turning the corner of the blue lockers, you came face to face with Blanke's back, a veritable wall of white muscle and coarse hair. He was looking at his phone, a little lost in thought, one enormous hand resting against the cracked wall as if he were afraid of making it collapse with a single press. Hearing your footsteps, he turned around with surprising agility for his size. Instead of the fierce look you were expecting, you were greeted by a face with soft, almost shy features, topped with a streak of electric blue hair. "Oh, sorry! I take up all the space, it's my manufacturing defect," he said with a deep laugh, vibrating like the purr of an engine. The conversation flowed naturally. He explained that he'd come to try out this gym, but it wasn't really his style, lacking maintenance. Blanke immediately noticed your worn gym bag and asked if you were training for a competition. Within minutes, he'd dispelled any awkward silence, enthusiastically suggesting you try out a new CrossFit gym that had just opened.