do you even lift? ...probably ✖ makoto
Even in such a new and strange situation, he couldn't stay too far away from a bike.
The closest he had to anything that reminded him at home resided in the gym, on the many biking machines available to the patrons of this place. He didn't imagine there were any other cyclists of his prowess, of course, and the gym remained mostly empty every time he came in. This trip was no different; he was able to complete his work out -- what he could remember of Fukutomi's training regime, of course -- undisturbed. It wasn't quite the outdoor climbing experience he craved... but it was something. For now, it was enough.
He couldn't allow himself to get rusty, after all! ...Not that he ever would. He was just too talented. An undisputed fact.
The only thing better than the workout itself was the bathing that would follow. A hard day of training was met favorably by hot water -- he much preferred the luxury of a bath, but it did not seem this place actually had one. Oh how he could go for one of those right now... did this place have a suggestions box? He would be the first to find it and submit that right away. It would be accepted, he imagined -- his ideas were always very good.
Nevertheless, the shower proved satisfying, a nice and hygienic end to his sweaty work. Additionally so it had been as private as the workout itself; did these people not value their health enough to spend at least 40 minutes on bettering themselves? Exercising your heart was at the paramount of a long and healthy life. What a shame that these people didn't seem to--
--Muscles. Defined and large muscles. They rivaled his own very easily -- how DARE!?!? -- and were the first thing he saw upon leaving the shower, the shock evident on his face. What was this!? He had previously thought himself alone, but now? This muscular stranger, much more physically and aesthetically fit than he, showing off like this in front of him? What a terribly rude thing of him to do!
The man wore a swimsuit, the long-legged racing kind... or so he thought? Did Hakone even have a swim team? If they did he sure as hell didn't know about it. This swimming stranger was turned towards a locker as if he didn't notice Toudou walking in, which annoyed him even more than his supposed appearance. How could he NOT notice him -- EVERYONE noticed Toudou! With a huff, he crossed his arms and cleared his throat.
"...Swimming, huh?" He asked with raised brows. Where was he going with this? He wasn't sure; he just had to say something. It was simply too much that Makoto didn't actually seem to notice him. Too much!!
"Is that how... that happened?" Seriously, how did he get so much more ripped than him!? He had never cared as much when it was Izumida -- that guy was a hopeless musclehead, hardly any comparison or competition -- but this guy. This guy!! He was taller AND more muscular. Not allowed.
...Hmm. Maybe it was time to hang up the ol handlebars on biking. Swimming seems to be where it's at!
