Rivals Are My Friends (YanSim Male Rivals)

White Torte (3/3)

"Lean a bit more forward, Mantaro. Just-" Aso presses a spreaded hand between the first-year's shoulder blades and pushes down, making him lean forward more. "--just like that. Really puts pressure on those hamstrings and gets them working." Mantaro knew it was the first step in becoming physically stronger, being uncomfortable and pushing yourself to the limit. It didn't make the screaming in his hamstrings and in his mind any quieter.

Aso is about to return to his stretching, having stopped for a moment to help Mantaro, when suddenly the gymnasium doors loudly slide open. The 'bang' resonates throughout the empty and spacious gym.

"Helllooo, Sports Club~!" Mujo's greeting bounces off the walls alongside the squeaking of his shoes as he scuttles over to the small circle, "Aso~! How are you today? Excellent I see from you stretching. I'm so glad I caught you before you went out and got in the pool. There's something I wanted to go over with you if you don't mind. It won't take long"

"Of course not, Nurse Kina." Aso and Itachi share a look and the blonde jerks his head towards the door. The vice nods and ushers the other members off to start their laps around the track. "So, Nurse Kina, what do we need to go over?"

"Nothing major. Well...it's semi-major but it has an easy fix. As you know, one of the school's policies is to make sure all first-aid kits are stocked and up to date, so I came to do that assessment~!" Mujo shows the blue bag he was carrying full of extra supplies. "An expired kit wouldn't be much help to anyone, especially if they're in the Sports Club now would it?"

Aso laughs, "No, it wouldn't. I'll show you where it is." The club leader leads the nurse to the storage closet where they kept their first aid kit. And after witnessing Mujo struggling to reach the kit on the third shelf for a minute (and struggling harder not to laugh) he helped Mujo, grabbing and setting the red bag down on the floor for him. The nurse makes quick work of emptying the bag and laying out all of its contents to see.

"So, Aso, how have the first years been so far?" Mujo prompts after a minute of assessment, scribbling down a few notes in a little blue book, and starts repacking the bag. He neatly gathers all the rogue bandaids that were scattered in the bag and stores them back into their small tin home, which felt a little light. "Hope you're not pushing them too hard."

"No, just enough to make them go beyond their limits." Aso lets out a boisterous laugh.

"That's good, that's good." He turns a roll of bandages in his hand, unwinding about an inch and stretching it to test the elasticity before storing it into the kit. "How has a certain first year been since his tumble in the locker room?" Mujo used the word 'tumble' lightly as he knew the difference between cuts from a leg hitting a metal bench and cuts from blades.

The lightness that Aso had goes away. He nods, crossing his arms. "He says he's been okay."

"What do you think? From what yoooou've seen." The blonde finds himself under the microscope of pink eyes. They don't even glance down as Mujo's hands go through the practiced motion of pocketing an expired half empty tube of neosporin and an empty tape roll and replacing them with a fresh tube and new roll of tape. This has to be the most coordinated the upperclassman has ever seen the nurse.

"I believe him when he says he's fine and I can see that he is. Hana is honest and very open about his emotions, sometimes too open. If something was wrong, he would...Well, I think he would be comfortable enough to tell." Aso rubs the back of his neck, remembering the locker incident when Hanako tried so hard to convince him it was just an accident and Musumo didn't ambush him, despite all the evidence that said otherwise. The blonde had to basically trick the poor raven into admitting it was his unfortunate cousin and his sadistic friend. In which, Musumo seriously needed to keep Hoshiko on a tighter leash-no, a harness made with tough leather and spikes and muzzle. Not that flimsy baby blue one bedazzled with glitter and fake rhinestones he had on him now.