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Chapter 3: Hunting Season(ing) Part Two
God, was there some planet in retrograde right now? Everything was so…gray. Tome usually would have been able to cite a specific planet but she had been too oddly deflated all day to speculate.
At least she wasn’t the worst one off. No, not by far. That honor went to the pompadour’d thug who did nothing but sulk in the corner of their shared club space now. Her own club mates who were always too scared of him to even approach even tried to offer him one of their honey chip bags out of sheer pity. Tome, usually quite stingy with the resources (especially now they didn’t actually have funding anymore) didn’t even object. ‘How the mighty fall.’
Goda had spent some time trying to cheer Onigawara up. That boy was too nice for his own good. Him AND Kageyama. Tome didn’t know what Goda had been trying, exactly, since she was too engrossed in (or rather numbed by) her video game to listen but she could guess. The Body Improvement Club had one solution for every possible human ailment. It was exactly why she didn’t risk complaining today.
Tome glanced at the clock—it was getting to be that time, wasn’t it? The time where everyone finished their club activities up. Ah. Orwell was calling her name once again.
At least she wasn’t the worst one off. No, not by far. That honor went to the pompadour’d thug who did nothing but sulk in the corner of their shared club space now. Her own club mates who were always too scared of him to even approach even tried to offer him one of their honey chip bags out of sheer pity. Tome, usually quite stingy with the resources (especially now they didn’t actually have funding anymore) didn’t even object. ‘How the mighty fall.’
Goda had spent some time trying to cheer Onigawara up. That boy was too nice for his own good. Him AND Kageyama. Tome didn’t know what Goda had been trying, exactly, since she was too engrossed in (or rather numbed by) her video game to listen but she could guess. The Body Improvement Club had one solution for every possible human ailment. It was exactly why she didn’t risk complaining today.
Tome glanced at the clock—it was getting to be that time, wasn’t it? The time where everyone finished their club activities up. Ah. Orwell was calling her name once again.
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…Hm. Maybe that wasn’t the best way to open up that sentiment.
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"Oh," Mob said instead. "It's okay if you want to call me Shige too. Though it's really only my family who call me by my first name." Or his shortened first name.
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"Though... both Master Reigen and Tsubomi call me Mob. It's from the characters in my first name."
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Teru had no fear of anyone’s opinions anymore—except, perhaps, he had to admit, the boy next to him. And Mob could only be deeply affected by his beloved parent’s opinions. If his parents kept getting the wrong idea, Mob would put distance between them.
The thought was terrifying. He wanted Mob to trust him and be as comfortable around him as he felt around Mob.
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Deciding Mob had the right idea, Teru pulled up another blanket around his shoulders and yawned.
“I might be gone in the morning before you, so don’t be surprised. I told Matsuda to drive you home so take your time getting ready.”
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Oh.
"If you wanted to, you could work out with us at the Body Improvement Club."
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"They seem like a lively bunch, don't they? And dependable. ...Thanks. That might be fun." Teru was learning not to ask if it was alright. He saw them welcome him inside with no hesitation. "If you ever wanted to visit my gym, I can bring in plus one's for no extra charge."
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‘That'll be really fun.’
“Sorry if I pass out…you can finish the movie. I find it relaxing.”
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That's what Mob meant to do, but before long, he drifted off to sleep on the couch, next to his new friend.