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He never expected to acutally like working out this much and putting so much effort in his physique. It's natural that he build up some muscle from fighting, but apart from that Onigawara never cared for fitness. It probably explains why he regrets every decision he made since accepting the offer to join the jog to try it out that day. Why did he even agree to join the body improvement club? He must have been completely worn out and made a stupid decision. Yeah that's it, definitely not the absolute muscle unit of a man currently jogging a bit ahead of him. While Tenga can appreciate the male body, he would never be attracked to it. Like ever, that would be weird. So what if he sometimes checks Musashi out? Doesn't everybody? Tenga sighs, maybe if he keeps up this bullshit monologue he'll start believing it and everything wouldn't be so fucking complicated. Ofcourse Musashi isn't having any problems breathing, on the contrary to Tenga who is about to pass out. Seriously how does he keep this up every day? What is he, a fucking gorilla?
''Onigawara! Try to keep up, you can do it!''
Musashi's deep voice easily reaches Tenga without trying, who is definitely more than fifty meters behind him. Yup, definitely a gorilla. ''Shut up! It's not my fault that you have abnormal stanima!'' Musashi laughs, and it echos in the distance between them. It annoys Tenga, always being behind him and never running side by side. Well, they start off side by side, but he quickly falls behind. He knows that Musashi has had a lot of training and is in almost impossibly perfect condition, but he can't help but feel frustrated at not being able to keep up. If it wasn't for his pride he would've given up after two days at most.
Musashi decides that it's been enough and slows down his jog, coming to a stop.
''Don't stop running, it's not that far!''
Musashi's ever encouraging shouting is always present during the runs. He would appreciate them more if he wasn't so focused on not dieing. Still, it was nice to hear some encouragement from time to time. Made him feel a bit better about voluntarily destroying his mood every day. Tenga already having slowed down grits his teeth and picks up the pace. Fuck he can't wait to go home and shower, he is sweating like a pig. Scrunching his face up in a disgusted sneer he catches up to a smiling Musashi.
''What happened to your face?''
Musashi, ofcourse not even slightly out of breath looks down at him, his posture intimidating with the sun coming from behind him. He takes a moment to take the house of a man in. Always wearing a white T-Shirt and red shorts, side burns a bit mushed with sweat, Musashi quickly became an realiable source in Tenga's life. While he absolutely hates the morning runs and work outs, he can't deny that he enjoys the other's comapany. It took him approximately a week to count him as a friend, not that he admitted it to anyone. He still wouldn't, but at least he can recognize his appreciation for the gorilla like man.
Tenga frowns at Musashi and huffs. ''I smell like shit and I'm fucking tired, what do you think happened to my face? I wanna go home already.'' ''Ah, it is difficult to keep it up in the beginning, but you are making good progress! You were slightly less behind than last week.'' While he means it well, being the absolute gentle giant that he is, it still ticks Tenga off. ''I don't give a shit, it's taking too long. I wanna run beside you already, it annoys me that I'm always behind.'' Musashi's cheerful smile falters while he suddenly stares a bit more intense at Tenga's face, before turning into a softer version of what it usually is. It takes Tenga not by surprise and it definitely not makes him stare back stupidly. ''I can slow down if you want to, I also would prefer running beside you. I want to get closer to you and get to know you better, so we could talk during the runs.''
How dare he look absolutely not affected while saying that shit. Tenga wasn't the one saying it, so why is he feeling embarassed? Of course he also would like to get to know Musashi better, but isn't it a bit weird to outright say it like that? 'No it isn't, you're just reading too much into it' his brains helpfully supplies. ''Uh...'' Ah yes, very intelligent. Musashi being either the most stone faced motherfucker out here or an oblivious angel is looking completely at ease. He sighs. He shouldn't overthink it, Musashi just wants to know him better as a friend. It's not his fault that Tenga has completly been crushing on him. Not that he has, of course not, it's just an admiration that's slightly gotten out of hand. If Musashi is present in his thoughts right before Tenga goes to sleep every night, that's completely coincidental.
It takes a minute and Musahi's patience for him to realise that he still hasn't asnwered. ''Uh y-yeah, that's cool. Only if it doens't mess up your routine, I don't want to be in the way.'' ''Again, that smile but this time accompanied by a soft look in his eyes. It, again, catches him off guard. A warm sensation spreads through his tummy and it suspiciously feels like butterf- No, nope. ''Come on, let's go back and shower.'' Not sure if his voice is okay he just nods and turns around. If he has a red face Musashi doesn't comment on it and the way back home is a bit less silent than usual. Tenga does not lay down in bed with a fluttering stomach and red ears that evening, not at all.
~
The weeks slowly creep by and Tenga has been getting better, being able to keep up longer and run a bit faster. Staying true to his word Musashi has been running slower and keeping to Tenga's side. While he is happy about it he now is facing a new struggle. Not suffocating. Musashi keeps on talking and asking questions, which, to his defense, he really tries to answer, but most of it is unintelligible due to his shortness of breath. Not that Musashi cares, he picks up what he can and continues his story. Tenga enjoys it and not because he has a perfect side view of Musashi. He finds out that he likes manga and that he lives with his grandparents. (AN: don't come at me if it's incorrect, have some mercy) He not surprisingly loves kitten, puppies and any other form of cute animal. Tenga tries to tell him about demon slayer which he is rereading, but chokes on his spit midway through his rant on why he likes Zenitsu even though he is a crybaby and shuts up in order to not die. Musahi smiles that weird fucking smile again and his stomach is having a fieldtrip. Tenga desperately tries to ignore it and distracts himself by looking at the scenery around them, and tries with all he has to not look at him. Musashi's nose is a bit crooked. He comes home a bit wiser about Musashi and completely exhausted.
~
''Onigawara. Come home with me today.'' Complete silence falls over the club room. The only sound heard is Yoshi's scream as Kurata gapes at Musashi like a goldfish and accidentally dies in the game she's playing on her switch. Not that he can blame her. He probably has the same exact look on his face. ''Uh..'' Musashi beams at him. Actually fucking beams. Don't get him wrong, Musashi always beams, but it's like an angel came out of the sky and went to stand behind Musashi, so bright does his face look right now. How can he look that happy? Tenga isn't in a better situation though. Face completely flushed to his neck, mouth wide open like a fucking bagel and eyes bigger than the holes in Inukawa's socks, which he has had the misfortune of seeing. ''Why?'' is the only thing he can come up with. Musashi doesn't seem bothered and notices nothing wrong.
''My grandma wants to meet you. She wants you to stay and eat dinner if possible.''
Right. His grandma, who could only have known his existence through Musashi, wants to meet him. He doesn't know what shocks him more. The fact that Musashi talked about him to his grandma, or that he apparently has made an okay enough story about him in order for his grandma to actually want to meet and eat with him. Well, shit.
While thinking of a response a thought crosses his mind. What if they don't like him? He looks like shit, definitely not like someone you want your son to be friends with and he is horrible at being social. Great. Onigawara does not have pleasant experiences with grandparents, especially not after his father decided there was something wrong with him and definitely did not hide his disgust for Tenga's interest in 'girly things'. His mom didn't shame Tenga for sometimes playing with dolls and liking to play dressup, but she also didn't tell his dad to knock it off. After he got the memo he left his toys alone and tried to be as manly as possible, which also ended up being a motivator for his delinquent act. He knows that Musashi's grandparents might be completely different but that doesn't ease the tight knot of anxiety forming in his stomach. Still trying to figure out how to resond his brain only spins him the shit his dad said and he does the worst thing ever. Completely panic and run. He mumbles something about needing to go to the toilet and bolts.
Holy shit, okay. Shit does happen, but shit does not have to happen this quicky and severely. Alright, calm down Tenga, it's just an old lady that wants to meet the friend of her grandson. That does however not mean that she wants to meet the friend of her grandson who is absolutely 100% fucking procent crushing on said grandson. Of course not, who the fuck would want that? Who would even want to have a guy crush on them if they are a guy themselves? What is wrong with him? Should he turn him down?
Tenga opens the door to the toilet and quickly scans the stalls. No one is here. Good. Great even. Perfect to have a breakdown. Slamming open the stall furthest away from the entry and locking it he sits down on the toilet bowl and pulls up his legs. Breathe, in and out. Calm down. He tries to do some breathing exercise bullshit he saw online somewhere but he can't seem to calm down. There isn't
even any reason to freak out to begin with, if you ignore him being a homosexual. Which he apparently is. That thought immediately fires up the already happening breakdown and he lets out a choke. Fuck, he really needs to stop, just stop, just breathe, please sto- ''Onigwara?
Oh. ''Onigawara I know you're in there. Can you come out?'' Oh great. Musashi followed him and decided to walk in at the worst moment ever. Trying to stop any sounds from escaping his mouth he tightly presses his lips into a thin line. ''Onigawara?'' Musashi's concerned voice, this time right in front of his stall. He takes a deep breath and tries to sound normal when he responds. ''Yeah what's up?'' Key word: tries. Of course his voice gives out midway through the sentence and awkwardly breaks. Musashi may be a bit dense but he must have noticed that he sounds like shit. He decides that he at this point can't get anymore embarassed and to be silent until he leaves. ''Tenga. What happened?'' Oh come on. That's not fair using his first name like that.
He wipes underneath his eyes (as if his eyebags and puffy eyes magically disappear) and turns the lock. He doesn't open the door, doesn't say anything, just waits until Musashi decides to make a move. It doesn't take as long as he had hoped and he immediately opens the door. ''Hey.'' He can't help it. A miserable snort escapes his nose and a little smile breaks through. In the doorway stands an incredibly awkward looking Musashi, entirely too big for the stall and just plain helpless. Taking the smile as a positive thing Musashi grins a bit and steps forward crowding Tenga, who's still sat on the toilet with his knees drawn up to his face. It falls silent for a bit, Musashi clearly struggling with what to say. ''I'm fine, don't worry about it'', he tries to help him but judging by the frown on his face it didn't. He sighs.
''Look, I just got a bit overwhelmed, honestly I-''
''Do you not want to come? That's okay, I mean, If you didn't want to come.''
An unhappy twitch tugs at Musashi's brows and Tenga mentally notes that he does not in fact look like he's fine with it.
''No, I do, I just kinda panicked.''
He stays silent again for a bit, his gaze not leaving Tenga. It makes him internally cringe at how he must look. He normally looks like shit, he does not want to know how he looks during a breakdown. Musashi squating in front of him pulls him out of his mind.
''Look Tenga,'' again his name, he hadn't payed attention to it in his panic, but now it makes him go red, which Musashi seems to notice and responds to by also going a bit red. Fuck this is awkward.
''I don't want to make you uncomfortable, so that's why it's fine, but I really want to introduce you to my grandparents. I've told them uh... you know, I told them about you,''
For the first time Musashi seems to be a bit embarassed by showing that he thought about him, or Tenga is reading too much into it. ''They, especially my grandma, was happy I made a close friend, so I thought, well you know.''
That takes him a bit by surprise. With a raspy voice he asks: ''What about the other guys from the body improvement club? Aren't they close friends?'' Musashi blushes again, ''They are friends but I don't really connect with them as much as with you so, yeah.'' Musashi clearly is embarassed and it makes Tenga loosen up. ''Ooh, so I am important huh?'' His eyes immediately grow wide after the words leave his mouth and Mushashi stares right back, now definitely red. ''W-well, yeah.'' Okay, now they're both blushing like fucking idiots. He clears his throat and looks down to the ground in front of the toilet bowl, which makes Tenga remember where they are.
''Fuck''. He drops his feet back to the ground and stands up, towering over Musashi for the first time ever. He grins. ''Well if I'm so important I'll meet your grandparents. Can't leave them hanging. Don't start complaining if they think I'm trouble, I don't exactly look very flattering.'' He jokes to lighten up the mood but Musashi just frowns and says: "I think you look good though, what's not flattering about you?''
Well. If Tenga thought that he couldn't get more embarassed earlier he was wrong, very wrong. ''Uh, well you know haha, eyebags and all, I don't look very cheerful.'' Musashi just hums. Also moving to stand up he is a gigantic force looming over him, which he usually is, but this time worse due to the little room in the stall. Tenga's sure he's never been this close to him and he swallows. ''I think you are attractive and you don't look like shit. You look sleepy, which in my opinion looks good on you.'' ''Mhm, let's get out of the toilet alright?'' is the hasty excuse he comes up with to avoid dieing on the spot and with that he squirms around him to escape, definitely not noticing biceps which seem to be bigger than his head. Musashi joins him in the hallway and without another word they walk back to the club room, both slightly red.
~
The rest of the day goes fine and they go home together. Musashi doesn't live too far away so they don't have to take the train. The incident from earlier still lingers in Tenga's mind but they silently agree to not talk about it and talk about the newest update of a manga they both read. It's natural how the conversation flows between them and Tenga manages to take his mind of his insecurities and relaxes.
Musashi always has that effect on him, he came to notice during the weeks they grew closer. During the morning runs in which they now run side to side Musashi is not shy to cheer him on and praise him. Tenga was at first insecure about staying with Musashi while he was anxious but after Musashi seemed to notice him trying to leave he simply pulled his phone and some earplugs out of his bag, silently offerering them to him. He'd taken the offer and they had read a manga in silence while listening to some music. He didn't need to explain anything and was completely accepted by Musashi. From that moment on he would come to him anytime he got anxious or felt panic rise and the big guy had a great effect on him, his presence alone managing to calm Tenga down.
They didn't talk about it, but Musashi knew he appreciates it.
When they arrive at his house Tenga feels his stomach turn and not the good way this time. Breathe, in and out. It's not like they're going to notice u have any romantic feelings towards big guy, calm down. Musashi, noticing his hesitation grabs his wrist and calmly leads him towards the house. In an instant he goes red.
''Uh its fine haha! I was just looking you know, curiosity, bad habi-''
''Don't worry about it Tenga, it's gonna be fine.''
Musashi gives him a little smile and rubs circles on the inside of his wrist with his thumb. Ah man. Unfair. Tenga grins a stupid smile and follows him like a fucking lovestruck puppy. Which, to be fair, is kind of true, but he's ignoring that part. The second they open the door a short, chubby lady almost slams the door against the wall with the force she pulled it out of Musashi's hands. A gigantic smile decorates her face and her eyes almos disappear. He decides at that point that he's never judging anyone before meeting them again.
''Goodness hello! You must be Onigawara! Welcome, welcome, come in, come in, I made cookies.''
''Mom, calm down.''
''Hush, this is very important, hello! I am Musashi's mother, call me Gouda-san!''
Being able to completely light up your face and beam light that lights everything up within a three mile radius runs through the family apparently. It immediately puts him at ease and he easily gets swept inside and to the kotatsu in the living room. She maneuvers him to sit down, barely giving him time to take off his shoes. Musashi follows him with a little laugh, apparently a bit embarassed by his mom's behavior. Tenga would probably have reacted the same way but he can't see any reason to feel embarassed for such an amazing person at the moment. He just grins like a idiot and tries to asnwer her questions. Where does he live, who are his parents, if Musashi is a good student, do they see each other a lot. When she asks if he has a girlfriend he stiffens a bit. He clears his throat and says he isn't really interested in girls. She laughs and continues her rant. Daring to steal a glance at Musashi he notices him looking at him with an expression he doesn't recognize. He blushes a bit when he notices Tenga looking though, so it couldn't have been anything bad.
Before Tenga realises it, he is having full conversations with Gouda-san and he gets stuffed with cookies until she announces dinner. Musashi's grandpa is gone for the day so he won't be joining them. Tenga is honestly having a blast, laughing at an embarassed Musashi when his grandma starts telling stories of when he was little. When dinner finishes Musashi grabs him by the wrist and tugs him with him to a room. The moment they enter the room Tenga realises he is in fact, in his bedroom. He flushes red and doesn't look at him, distracting himself by looking around the room. He has a desk with a laptop and some shelves above it, one full of schoolbooks, the other with manga and other books. On the walls hang some posters and there is workout equipment scattered on the floor.
''It's not too big but it's alright,'' says a just as flustered Musashi.
''Hm. Always busy with working out huh?.'' he says, pointing towards the weights on the ground.
A little grin dances around his mouth and he beams again, just like his grandma. It makes Tenga smile as well and for a moment they stare at each other. It usually would be awkard but he finds that he feels completely at ease and grins a bit wider at Musashi.
''I'm glad you came, it makes me happy to share my room with you.''
Sure, the wording is a bit off, but Tenga doesn't give two shits, only caring about the butterflies he's feeling. He still doesn't know what to do with the feelings. He decides that it doesn't matter right now and that he wants to focus on him and not any confusing matters. He turns his gaze to the manga's and picks volume 1 of a manga he hasn't read yet. Plopping down on the bed he lays down on his stomach, scooting over when Musashi joins him. The bed is a bit small for two teenagers, one being build like a house but he doesn't mind being pressed against his side, slowly letting his head get cushioned by Musashi's shoulder. The mood is comfortable and Musashi explains some things about the manga while they go through it, the time flying by. Musashi gets out of bed to get the other volumes and they move on to lie on their back and Tenga, feeling bold, lays on his side with his head on his chest. Musashi's breath hitches and Tenga holds his, waiting for a reaction. They both lie completly still and stiff as a board, slowly turning more and more red before a massive hand comes to lie in his hair. Fingers gingerly card through his slicked locks and Tenga slowly releases his breath, scared that any noise is going to ruin whatever is going on. Musashi is now combing through his hair trying to get it to go down and grunts when it stays sticked together. He chuckles and whispers instructions.
''U need to ruffle it and then comb through it, it won't go down by stroking alone.''
He picks it up on it and ruffles his hair, making it a birdnest, before beginning to smooth it down. Even though his heart is racing and he is positive he's red again, it's peaceful and he feels Musashi's heartbeat under his head, it's a bit fast, making him wonder is he is just as affected as him.
''I kind of want to be a mangaka. That's why I enjoy manga a lot as well.''
He doesn't really know why he tells him this, but he felt like sharing. Musashi hums. ''You should go for it if it's what you really want. Don't let insecurities and doubts stop you from trying things. I think you can do it.'' He hadn't expected this answer and looks up in surprise. ''Uh, thanks.'' Don't let insecurites stop you, huh. His thoughts trails off and he studies Musashi's face. He on his turn looks back and they silently observe each other. His heartbeat picks up and he thinks he feels Musashi's pick up as well, but he isn't sure. He has big brushy brows and dark eyes, not too big. He already found out his nose is crooked and he absentmindedly thinks it suits him. His lips are thin and not plush like a girl's, but Tenga's minds till wanders and he turns his attention to them. Musashi releases his breath and it feels hot against his face. Gingerly, to not startle Tenga, he brings up his hand and strokes his cheekbone, before cupping it, covering a large part of his face with his hands. He chokes a breath in his throat and looks up at Musashi's eyes, which also up from his lips to his eyes. A second passes, they inch a centimeter closer and then the door slams open with a bang.
''Darling! Tenga! It's getting late would you like to- oh.''
Somebody kill him. Right now. He immediately flushes and goes pale in a few seconds, already feeling his anxiety build up in his gut. He wants to throw himself off the bed and hide under it but is frozen in spot, Musashi's gigantic hand still cupping his cheek. He goes for the alternative and hides his face in Musashi's chest, not knowing what else to do.
''Mom please knock before entering, I would like a some privacy when I have someone over.''
How in the world does this boy sound so calm while he is full on ready to throw himself off the roof the second she leaves. His stomach lurches again and he bites his lip to stop himself from making noises, the same panic as always rising, only this time combined with the realisation that his worst nightmare came true. Now she'll make him leave and he can't come back here and chill with Musashi, she'll probably think he's disgusting who would want a guy to like their grandson that must be-
''I wanted to ask if you'll be staying over but I think that already was the case, whoops! Sorry for the intrusion, do continue!''
''Grandmaa'', Musashi groans. ''Please leave before you make it more awkward.''
''Yes, yes, sorry!''
And with that she's gone, leaving a red Musashi and a completely confused Tenga. How- Why? ''Am I fucking tripping or did she put something in those cookies. Why wasn't she mad?'' A moment goes by and then:
''Why would she be mad Tenga?''
''Why? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm a guy. A guy was about to kiss her grandson, Musashi, what do you mean why?''
He rants while he moves to get off him, but he gets pulled right back against his chest, his steady and slightly quickened heartbeat drumming through his head.
''Tenga, my grandma knows I'm gay. I've been out for two years at least.''
Now wait a fucking minute. This is not how it's supposed to go. She's supposed to be mad, or shocked, or whatever, but not what the fuck is going on now. He starting to panic again unti the realisation hits him and he shoots up, bracing his hands against Musashi's chest, looking down at an irritatingly calm face.
''You are gay.''
''Yes.''
''Like, you like guys while being a guy.''
''That's what being gay means, yes.''
''Why.''
He knows he sounds stupid but there isn't anything more intelligent coming out of him right now, his grandma completely acting normal like nothing out of the ordinary happened shook him so much that he can't grasp what just happened. Mushashi quirks an eyebrow at him and huffs a laugh. Tenga doesn't really understand what's so funny.
''I don't know, you don't need a reason, you just are. I never liked girls but didn't get that I might like guys. I found out roughly three years ago.''
''And..and that's just.. okay''
''Well, my grandparents had questions at first but when I explained it was okay, yes. Tenga, have you had any negative experiences with liking guys? It's okay to talk about it.''
Suddenly out of nowhere he feels like crying. All his fucking life he thought he had to hide it, that it was disgusting and not manly and here he is, one fucking grandma just completely shatters that idea and leaves him completely ticked off hanging. Well, Musashi is here but still. He realises he actually had been starting to cry a little when Musashi gently swipes his thumb under his eye to catch a tear that has been making it's way down his cheek. He sniffles around a choke and buries his face in his chest, clinging onto him just letting go for a while. Musashi's there to catch it all, pets his hair and hums reassuring things in his hair. When he calms down after who knows how long he feels stupid. He pushes his fists to his eyes and sits up on Musashi's chest, straddling him.
''My dad is a real asshole about it. Always was.''
He sounds fucked up but it's not like Musashi hadn't noticed he just cried so he doesn't care and just rambles. Musashi the angel he is keep rubbing his back through it.
''I used to play with more girlier things, I like dolls and pink and shit. It wasn't even that bad. I guess he just hated it because he started shaming me for it, to the point i threw all my toys away and started acting more like a 'boy''', he says the last part with a sarcastic tone, knowing it's bullshit. ''I just thought that it'd go away but yeah well, you came along and shit. We ended up here.'' He smiles while tears are still streaming down his face, with swollen eyes and a puffy nose but Musashi simply looks at him like he adores him.
''I like you, in case you haven't noticed,'' is eventually what he puffs out. The muscle massa underneath starts shaking and begin to laugh out loud, before rising up and taking him in his arms, still laughing.
''I like you too dumbass, I know I'm dense but even I got it.''
Tenga has a shit eating grin on his face and he probably looks like awful but he doesn't care, simply puts his arms around his neck and swoops down, pulling Misashi in a kiss. It goes as well as you'd expect from Tenga. Not at all. He awkwardly crashes into Musashi, clacking their teeth painfully together and whines as he pulls back. Fucking hell. Musashi chuckles and Tenga cackles along with him.
''Just follow my lead, don't think too much about it.''
He nods, completely braindead except for the thought: Musashi, Musashi.
It goes a bit better this time. Musashi craddles his head and gently kisses him, just a small peck, before pulling back. Tenga feels as though his heart is going to vibrate through his fucking ribcage and he can't control a giggle escaping him. He weaves a hand through his hair and kisses Musashi again, starting slow until he feels him start to move rougher. Trying to keep up he starts to move along, making an embarassing squeek as he feels a tongue swipe against his lips. It doesn't stop him from opening and accepting the tongue inside, feeling it explore his mouth. His stomach is flipping and he desperately tries to gather his thoughts in order to move along with Musashi, who apparently has some experience, since he has no problem guiding him at all. He doesn't even mind, can only think about the warmth enveloping him all around.
Musashi is the one that pulls back, a string of spit connecting them. Tenga kinda cringes but also feels hot when seeing it.
''How was that?''
Right. He's supposed to talk right now. He looks through lidded eyelids at Musashi, who has a blush spread over his cheecks, dark eyes warm with something he recognizes as the soft expression he often saw him wearing and the dots finally connect.
''Oh. Yeah, definitely.''
Musashi breaks out in a booming laugh and Tenga feels his stomach flip again.
''Yeah this is okay'',
''Good.''
~
''What the fuck did Gouda do to him?''
''What do you mean?''
''Look at him, he's completely off the map, he's staring at the wall like a fucking dead goldfish.''
Kurata points at Tenga, Inukawa following her finger.
''Shit you're right. Maybe he overworked himself during training?''
''You think that would make him look like that? He's fucking pink!''
''Idk man''
''Doesn't it kinda look like.. you know,'' Sagawa from the body improvement club joins in, ''kinda like he's in love or something?''
''Pff, in love with who? Musashi? LOL that would be something.'' Cackling she pops a chip in her mouth.
A few seconds crawl by as they continue to observe Tenga who now has started to smile a bit while looking at the wall. Suddenly the door opens and the imposing figure of Musashi enters the room. Onigawara immediately perks up and closes the barely existing distance to stand right in front of him, grin plastered on his face and a manga ready in his hand.
''I started it last night, it's really good, wanna read it together at your place?'' Muzashi responds without missing a beat:
''Yeah, was thinking about asking you to hang out, let's go.''
Tenga nods and packs his bag, leaves without saying goodbye and immediately launches a conversation about the manga.
Silence rests on the room.
''Hey.. didn't Musashi kinda look like-''
''...yeah..''
''Well. As long they're happy.''
''I guess.''
[thats it]