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꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚[CHAPTER 1.]꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚
Manager Madness.
Gundham sat next to a cooler, wearing his swim trunks and scarf as he begrudgingly dug around in it, trying to find water in the soft drink and ice packed mess. His hand was starting to hurt by the ice's harsh temperature but this was a usual occurrence for him, his classmates didn't care for their health as much as Gundham did.
Hey Gundham! You need help with that?!
He heard a booming voice call from behind him, Gundham looked over his shoulder to see Nekomaru walking towards him, sweating like crazy as if he had just ran a marathon. Though, Gundham wouldn't put that possibility behind his athletic nature.
"Ah, Boisterous One.. I happened to be searching for refreshment in this mess of dehydrating carbonation.." Gundham pulled his now freezing cold hand out of the cooler, looking up at the taller man.
"Huh? Oh you mean water? Let me get that for you!" Nekomaru smiled then plunged his hand into the cooler, pulling a water bottle out effortlessly, leaving Gundham dumbstruck.
Nekomaru hands Gundham the water bottle, Gundham staring at it in his hand as if it were a foreign object.
"You have my thanks." Gundham managed to get out through his embarrassment, he had been trying to find a water bottle for at least 5 minutes and Nekomaru just magically pulled one out? That's definitely something anyone would get embarrassed about. He unscrewed the top of the water bottle and took a soft drink, the cold water feeling good compared to the hot summer heat.
"Y'know That's a pretty nice body you got there!" Nekomaru laughed, observing Gundham's toned figure. It's not like Gundham exercised or anything, but he had a pretty healthy body compared to most people.
Gundham almost choked on his water in response, taking the bottle away from his lips as he screwed the cap back on.
"I do not care for such pleasantries.. what sort of motive do you have?" He glared up suspectedly at Nekomaru, he had to have a reason to comment on his body which he normally hides from the mortal realm.
"Hey hey calm down bud, i'm not trying to pick a fight with you!," Nekomaru said in a playful tone, laughing heftily "But, if it had a little more work you'd make an impressive athlete. Maybe even worthy enough to work under me, yeah?"
And there it was, the motive Gundham knew was there. He set his water bottle down and sighed, standing up, he brushed the sand off of his swimwear before looking Nekomaru in the eyes.
"I appreciate your.. "offer" but I have no interest in athletic nature. Despite your faux kind nature I will not be taking any part in those ridiculing physical activities. I much prefer the occupation I currently hold." He spoke coldly, turning Nekomaru's offer down.
"C'mon, it'll be fun; Your body type is perfect for Artistic Gymnastics!" Nekomaru said, a big, innocent grin across his face. Gundham scoffed, his face contorting into confusion.
"Gymnastics?.. Is that not what thy she-hulk specializes in?" He inquired, wishing that the beastly man would drop the subject and bother the people who held fitness roles.
"Hey, i'm not asking you to be the best of the best like Akane is, I just want to help you explore your athletic abilities y'know! C'mon I'll teach you how to stretch, with proper warm ups you'll be a natural in no time!" Nekomaru beamed, ignoring Gundham's declination as he picked the smaller man up and slung him over his broad shoulder effortlessly, knocking the wind out of Gundham.
×—Gundham's Works യ☁️･. ⋆🕊♡ᵎ