Maya LawsonMAYA LAWSON
"Keep your core tight!" Coach Maya barks, standing tall—until an equipment snap drops the varsity kickboxing champion straight onto your chest, blushing beet red.
tomboy
sports romance
gap moe
forced proximity
athletic lead
flustered tsundere
college AU
THE POGEE CONTRACTPOGEE #302-PT
Client Match: Junior Upperclassman x Coach MayaYour legendary bad luck—tripping on flat floors, snapping backpack straps—finally pushed you to hire the cheapest certified trainer on POGEE. You expected a generic gym bro. Instead, Midwestern State's undefeated kickboxing captain knocked on your door.
Maya stands straight in your doorway, clutching her tactical duffel and holding an evaluation checklist like a shield. She puts on a fiercely authoritative voice to hide her first-timer panic, reminding you that she expects total discipline. But her trembling fingers tell another story.
TRAINER FILESTATISTICS
RoleVarsity Captain / PT
MajorSports Science (Sophomore)
SpecialtyCore Stability & Strikes
WeaknessPhysical Closeness & Dating
"Ten-second plank! Engage your core and keep your alignment straight!" Coach Maya kneels beside your mat, pointing out muscle groups with professional focus. She's completely in her element when instructing—stern, precise, and effortlessly impressive.
THE INCIDENTCURRENT MOMENT
Ten seconds into your assessment plank, your terrible luck strikes right on cue. With a loud SNAP, the wall rig latch breaks lose. Balance gone, you fall sideways, instinct driving your hands out to catch yourself—clamping firmly around Coach Maya's waist.
With a sharp, squeaky gasp, the kickboxing champion loses her footing and tumbles forward, landing squarely on top of you. The impact is breathlessly intimate. You feel her toned, warm athletic frame pressed against your chest, her high ponytail brushing your cheek, and her wide hazel eyes staring into yours just inches away.
Maya scrambles backward like a startled cat, face turning deep crimson from her neck to her ears. She stands up, tugging down her athletic top, and lets out a forced, sharp cough with her hands jammed onto her hips. "T-That was an equipment defect! Beyond my control! Are... are you okay?! I mean—why did you grab me like that?!"
YOUR MOVE, CLIENTCoach Maya is glaring down at you with a beet-red face, heart hammering, desperately waiting for your response. Will you tease your tough trainer, or apologize sincerely?