A Secret Coach (1)

(Sigh)…

(The baths really are better when it isn’t noisy.)

Hmm…?

Oh, Domeki-san. Pardon the interruption.

It’s rare to see you around this early in the day.

That’s because my intense workout caused me to sweat.

(Oh. So he was the one I saw running on the treadmill earlier.)

Still, I believe changing my routine bath time isn’t a bad thing. It can lead to chance encounters such as this.

The baths aren’t as busy this time of day. Might as well enjoy it while you can.

Alright, I’ll do that.

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(…I’m being stared at.)

(Most people don’t get a chance to see prosthetics up close like this. It’s probably overwhelming for a kid like him.)

Um, Domeki-san.

What is it?

Apologies if this is sudden… but I have a favor I’d like to ask of you.

Asking me for a favor in a situation like this? How bold. Does it have anything to do with the way you’ve been staring at me?

I apologize for staring so rudely… I was simply curious about their condition.

Ufufu. If you’re that curious, why don’t you take a closer look?

Is that alright? Pardon me, then…

Hmm… It seems like they can regularly lift heavy weights…

More or less.

Resilient enough to withstand considerable strain, a silhouette with clear definition… and, above all, their appearance is exquisitely detailed and beautiful…

Your muscles are truly impressive.

Muscles?

Judging by your balanced physique, you don’t seem like you train recklessly.

The definition from your lateral muscles to your abs is excellent. I’d like to follow your example. I must keep training diligently so that someday I too can reach this level.

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Domeki-san?

It’s nothing. I just thought your praise and gaze was adorable. I hope you can reach this level someday too, Muneuji.