Mob turned. "Oh, h-hey, Hanazawa-kun!" He frantically tried to dry up his hair with his towel, hoping that it would shield him from his gaze.
He could hear Goda step forward from where he was standing. Whenever he moved in their little room, you could feel the floor vibrate, the same way the kids felt the vibrations whenever the T-Rex moved in Jurassic Park.
"It's you. The kid from Black Garlic Middle School." Goda's voice was just about as strong and powerful as he was.
Oh no. He had forgotten about that. Mob swallowed and opened his mouth. "Um... President... Hanazawa-kun is--"
"'Actually a good guy,' right'" Musashi answered with a smile. Mob blanched. Was the President a telepath? How had he avoided figuring that out by now? Musashi surveyed Mob's expression with a smile, affirmed that his hunch was right. "I thought so. There's no way you'd invite someone to our Sacred Club Space unless they were a good person!"
"Y-yeah."
"Well, then," Musashi said to Teruki with a big smile. "Any friend of Mob's is a friend of ours!"
And if on cue, the entire Body Improvement Club (sans Onigawara) all posed behind him, biceps flexing, hamstrings throbbing, and chests heaving in a grand display of the peak human form.
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Date: 2023-08-30 01:40 am (UTC)He could hear Goda step forward from where he was standing. Whenever he moved in their little room, you could feel the floor vibrate, the same way the kids felt the vibrations whenever the T-Rex moved in Jurassic Park.
"It's you. The kid from Black Garlic Middle School." Goda's voice was just about as strong and powerful as he was.
Oh no. He had forgotten about that. Mob swallowed and opened his mouth. "Um... President... Hanazawa-kun is--"
"'Actually a good guy,' right'" Musashi answered with a smile. Mob blanched. Was the President a telepath? How had he avoided figuring that out by now? Musashi surveyed Mob's expression with a smile, affirmed that his hunch was right. "I thought so. There's no way you'd invite someone to our Sacred Club Space unless they were a good person!"
"Y-yeah."
"Well, then," Musashi said to Teruki with a big smile. "Any friend of Mob's is a friend of ours!"
And if on cue, the entire Body Improvement Club (sans Onigawara) all posed behind him, biceps flexing, hamstrings throbbing, and chests heaving in a grand display of the peak human form.