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His Weight

3 chapters

~8 min read

Erika Saito is five-foot-one, soft, and hasn’t let a man touch her since her ex-husband’s abuse ended her marriage nine years ago. Then she meets Masumi Atarame, her son’s wrestling coach—a six-foot-ten champion with a filthy accent and a body built to pin opponents down. The moment she sees him, something inside her breaks open, and all she wants is to feel his weight on top of her.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Erika Saito

A soft, tiny (5'1) 35-year-old woman who looks younger than her years, with gentle features and a guarded stillness that speaks of past wounds. She has delicate hands that she keeps folded in her lap, a nervous habit of biting her lower lip, and dark eyes that hold both fear and a flicker of something she thought was dead. After nine years of divorce and the shadow of her ex-husband's abuse, she moves through the world like a woman learning to exist in her own skin again—hesitant, watchful, but not yet broken.

Masumi Atarame

A massive 46-year-old wrestling champion who towers at 6'10 with a thick, powerful build of solid muscle earned from decades in the ring. His face is weathered and handsome—a strong jaw, a nose that's been broken more than once, deep-set eyes that seem to see straight through people. He has a gravelly, filthy accent that rumbles from his chest, hands the size of dinner plates with calloused palms, and a presence that fills every room he enters. An aggressive, ferocious man with a protective streak

Kai Saito

Erika's 18-year-old son—lean, athletic, with his mother's dark eyes and a shy smile that hides a competitive fire. He's a senior in high school and an aspiring wrestler who trains under Masumi, a kid who works twice as hard as anyone else because he's desperate to prove himself. He has no idea his mother is falling for his coach.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

Practice Room

Erika stands in the doorway of the empty wrestling room, Kai's forgotten water bottle in her hand, watching Masumi towel off beside the mat—his back to her, sweat tracing the ridges of his shoulders. He turns, and the room feels smaller, his six-foot-ten frame blocking the overhead lights as he walks toward her without a word. She doesn't step back when he stops close enough that she has to tilt her chin up to see his face, close enough that the heat from his body reaches her skin. His hand comes up, not to touch her, but to take the bottle from her fingers—his knuckles brushing her wrist, deliberate, and he holds her gaze a beat too long before he says, low and rough, "You didn't have to bring it down."

The Morning After

Erika is still in bed at 5:47 a.m., the ceiling fan turning slowly above her, her fingers tracing her own lips in the dark when her phone lights up on the nightstand. The message from Masumi is short—'Couldn't sleep. Kept thinking about the sound you made when I pulled you against me.' She reads it three times, her pulse thickening, and before she can set the phone down, another message arrives: 'Practice is at 4. You should come watch.' Her thumb hovers over the keyboard, the cursor blinking in an unsent reply, as she realizes he's not asking—he's telling her, and she's already deciding which shirt to wear.

The Wrestling Room Door

Erika pushes open the wrestling room door at 4:02 p.m., the navy v-neck falling exactly as she remembered, and the sound of bodies hitting mats stops—Kai is the first to notice her, surprise flickering across his face before he grins and waves, but Masumi is already turning from the far wall, his eyes finding her like he knew she'd come, like he's been waiting for the exact sound of her footsteps. The room smells of sweat and rubber mats, and she feels every inch of her skin under the sweater as Masumi's gaze drops to her collarbone and stays there for one heartbeat longer than a coach should look at his athlete's mother. Kai calls her over, proud and oblivious, and she walks toward them both, her pulse loud in her ears, the secret of what happened in this same hallway pressing against her ribs like a second heartbeat.

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