I Liked Her First, but My Brain Was Broken, Then for Some Reason, I Became Friends With Beautiful Girls, So I’m Done My With Childhood Friends
I’m one of the shorter boys of my age.
And my muscles are probably thin. That’s probably why I was made to be a maid by a girl who was younger than me. If I had been macho, I would not have had that choice.
It’s not that I didn’t have a complex about my poor physical condition.
But I have not done much about it until now.
Recently, I’ve come to think of that as laziness.
It’s not okay to have Kido san and Matsuyuki san protect me all the time. I feel frustrated……
I want to be able to protect them.
I want to be that kind of person so that I don’t have any regrets.
“I-I’ll be in your care !”
“Yeah, let’s have fun !”
I asked my mother to let me join a boxing gym.
I think I did a bold thing.
But as a sophomore, I couldn’t join the school sports club, and the gym was only in a place too far away for me to commute to.
The boxing gym was just the right distance away where I could train my body.
“Let’s do some stretching first. Then let’s jump rope.”
“Yes !”
“Young people these days are so energetic.”
I thought boxing would be more scary, but the trainer who took care of me was kind.
I had tried muscle training by myself before, but it didn’t last long. If I had someone like this to teach me, I might be able to keep going.
Then I’ll have a muscular body too…..fufu.
“Don’t give up ! Keep hitting without stopping !”
“Huff…..huff……y-yes…..!”
The loud, angry voice makes my shoulders jump.
When I looked, I saw a trainee punching the punching bag, out of breath.
Oh, he looked like he’s in pain…. I had a secret curiosity to try hitting the sandbag, but when I saw the rigorous training, I was afraid that I had been naive.
“Don’t worry. I won’t be hard on Yazawa kun, so you don’t have to worry about it. He’s the one who wants to be a professional. Yazawa kun, let’s take it slow and have fun.”
“A pro !?”
The guy hitting the sandbag looked to be about the same age as me.
He’s probably taller than me, but it doesn’t seem like there’s much of a difference in height.
However, even though he was out of breath, his glaring eyes and solid physique gave him the aura of someone aiming to become a professional.
“A-amazing…….”
“Yazawa kun?”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
This is no time to be mesmerized. I came here to get in shape.
“…..”
If I can become like him, will I be a man who can be relied on?
A man who takes his training so seriously will never have any regrets.
I don’t mean to be rude to someone who is trying to become a pro, but I envy him because I want to be like him.
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On the first day, we stretched, jumped rope, and learned the proper form of muscle training.
And how to punch.
“Shoo, shoo, shoo.”
After returning home. I repeated the left jab and straight right hand that I had just learned in my room.
The trainer told me, [Let’s hit with pads next time.] I can’t wait.
I had decided that martial arts was not for me.
But when I actually tried it, it was fun. I guess he was just trying to make it more suitable for me.
“I think I can keep doing this.”
I fell back on the bed and let myself fall into a comfortable state of exhaustion.
As long as I keep practicing, my body will eventually turn into a muscular one.
“Fufufu.”
I could not stop my cheeks from loosening up when I imagined myself like that.
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The next day. Matsuyuki san had to work as a member of the library committee, and Kido san was invited to lunch by the girls in her class, so she was alone during lunch break.
I’ve got some sore muscles today, so it’s good to be able to take it easy. Yeah, I’m not lonely at all, you know.
“Shoo, shoo, shoo.”
After lunch on the rooftop, I was shadowboxing.
Well, I haven’t been taught how to shadowbox, so I’m just repeating the punches I learned yesterday.
Left jab, left jab, left jab right straight.
My body moves as if it doesn’t matter if my muscles are a little sore or not.
I kept throwing punches, concentrating on not breaking the shape I was taught.
I started to catch my breath. My arms are getting tired, but I can’t stop punching because I feel like I’m getting better and better at it.
My concentration was growing so strong that I didn’t even notice the sounds around me.
“Ah, Hiro senpa—“
“Shoo.”
I followed my virtual enemy, turned around, and fired a left jab.
Then, there was a soft, indescribable response.
“Shoo?”
Before I knew it, Kido san was standing in front of me.
And my left fist had…..accurately caught her boob.
Maigetsu