#12 Stumped
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12. Stumped:
Despite being the genius extraordinaire that he is, he couldn’t quite figure out why a package of sugarless gum was in his locker.
“Ah…Monta-kun, what’s Hiruma-san doing? Is there something wrong with his locker?”
“Dunno, but he’s been staring at it for a while now.”
“Hnngoh! Changed!”
“Changed? He hasn’t gotten changed yet. Maybe he can’t decide on what to wear.”
“But all his clothes are black, right? Can’t be that hard to just pick something.”
“Ah-Ha-Ha! Hiruma-san may be having problems choosing, but I have a 150% success rate in selecting fashionable daytime-wear!”
“Maybe it’s between his uniform and his regular clothes. Ah, Juumonji-san.”
“Different! Hnngoh!”
“Haa? Maybe some of his stuff’s missing.”
“Can’t see how, everyone’s go clean towels an’ jerseys an’ stuff.”
“Haaaah? I’m surprised you noticed, you’re nose is so far into that manga I’d swear you saw in black and white.”
“Ha? You wanna start somethin’?”
“Hmmm? I don’t remember seeing that gum in there when we got changed.”
“Yuki-san! Did you and Kurita-san get everything back to the equipment shed?”
“Yes. Doburoku-sensei hopes a lot of little sprints and light weights will help with my endurance training. Kurita-san should be right behind me, ah! Kurita-san.”
“You guys aren’t changed yet? What’s the matter?”
“Kurita-san, what do you think is wrong with Hiruma-san; he just keeps staring at the gum in his locker.”
“Yeah, suspicious MAX if you ask me.”
“Hey Sena-kun, wasn’t Hiruma-san out of gum earlier today? He had me looking around the bench for an extra pack at practice.”
“Hiruma, anything wrong?”
“Get changed and go home ya damned brats! Or do you want to go back to practice for the next eight hours? I said, GET!!”
“Eeeeehhh!!!”
“Mukyaaaa! We’re going, we’re GOING!”
~*~
Omake:
“Che, fucking chibis.”
Hiruma reached into his locker to retrieve the gum in question. Taking a piece, he paused to let the gum work it’s magic, feeling his mind slowing from its normal frantic pace as he chewed thoughtfully. He changed quickly, popping a bubble or two as he went, before straightening and turning for the door.
“Now, where’d that damn manager get to?”
12. Stumped:
Despite being the genius extraordinaire that he is, he couldn’t quite figure out why a package of sugarless gum was in his locker.
“Ah…Monta-kun, what’s Hiruma-san doing? Is there something wrong with his locker?”
“Dunno, but he’s been staring at it for a while now.”
“Hnngoh! Changed!”
“Changed? He hasn’t gotten changed yet. Maybe he can’t decide on what to wear.”
“But all his clothes are black, right? Can’t be that hard to just pick something.”
“Ah-Ha-Ha! Hiruma-san may be having problems choosing, but I have a 150% success rate in selecting fashionable daytime-wear!”
“Maybe it’s between his uniform and his regular clothes. Ah, Juumonji-san.”
“Different! Hnngoh!”
“Haa? Maybe some of his stuff’s missing.”
“Can’t see how, everyone’s go clean towels an’ jerseys an’ stuff.”
“Haaaah? I’m surprised you noticed, you’re nose is so far into that manga I’d swear you saw in black and white.”
“Ha? You wanna start somethin’?”
“Hmmm? I don’t remember seeing that gum in there when we got changed.”
“Yuki-san! Did you and Kurita-san get everything back to the equipment shed?”
“Yes. Doburoku-sensei hopes a lot of little sprints and light weights will help with my endurance training. Kurita-san should be right behind me, ah! Kurita-san.”
“You guys aren’t changed yet? What’s the matter?”
“Kurita-san, what do you think is wrong with Hiruma-san; he just keeps staring at the gum in his locker.”
“Yeah, suspicious MAX if you ask me.”
“Hey Sena-kun, wasn’t Hiruma-san out of gum earlier today? He had me looking around the bench for an extra pack at practice.”
“Hiruma, anything wrong?”
“Get changed and go home ya damned brats! Or do you want to go back to practice for the next eight hours? I said, GET!!”
“Eeeeehhh!!!”
“Mukyaaaa! We’re going, we’re GOING!”
~*~
Omake:
“Che, fucking chibis.”
Hiruma reached into his locker to retrieve the gum in question. Taking a piece, he paused to let the gum work it’s magic, feeling his mind slowing from its normal frantic pace as he chewed thoughtfully. He changed quickly, popping a bubble or two as he went, before straightening and turning for the door.
“Now, where’d that damn manager get to?”