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“Whoever can do more fireman carry squats wins,” Fermín snapped, standing between the older man’s spread legs, right into his personal space. Rapha blinked, a slow and amused quirk pulling at his lips as he arched an eyebrow. “We’re at a post-match party, Fermín. Do we really need to do this now?” Fermín glared and planted his hands on his hips, leaning down until they were practically nose-to-nose. “Don’t be a coward, Captain. You asked me to prove it to you,” he said with a certain heat to his voice, sounding unfamiliar to his own ears. Although he didn't even understand where this audacity had come from because it was clearly an unfair challenge to Raphinha who skipped half of his leg days. For a second, Raphinha actually looked taken aback at his tone, his eyes widening as he processed the lunatic determination on Fermín's face. Then, slow and deliberate, a wicked and thoroughly entertained grin spread across his face. “Right then,” Rapha said smoothly, removing his jacket and unbuttoning the first buttons of his shirt. “Challenge accepted.” Or, Fermín, who is fed up with everyone thinking that he's weak, challenges his Captain by claiming that he weighs nothing to him.

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