Minific : Other Riders (except Emu and Shinnosuke) either jealous or shocked, after they saw Sougo abs..
“...What’s gotten into that guy?” Touma asked, pointing to Haruto sulking in a corner, glaring at his phone like it had personally offended him.
“You haven’t seen it?” replied his senior. “That photo Sougo posted on his SNS?” Aruto clarified when the novelist frowned in confusion.
“Oh, that!” Touma exclaimed in recognition. “I’ve seen it... but what does it have to do with Haruto acting like that?”
“Apparently, he never thought the Baby Rider would get abs before he ever did,” Sento heckled. “But what else does he expect when the kid’s a pro dance teacher and he’s a lazy ass who eats doughnuts all day long and couldn’t even be bothered to stand and walk a few feet to get them?”
Aruto and Touma sniggered. “I guess that happens when one is too reliant on magic,” the latter supposed.
Haruto made an offended noise as he turned to the author. “Like you’re any better, Mister I-Can-Affect-Reality-on-a-Cosmic-Level-With-My-Sword!”
“Yeah, I can do that... And I also got worked to the ground by my friends making sure I actually use the sword as a sword.” Touma deadpanned. “Do you have any idea how heavy a sword forged by the fucking stars weighs? Yeah, imagine swinging that around for a few hours daily.”
“And, before you try to do that on me,” Sento cut in, “I’ll remind you that my husband was a former pro fighter and we spar regularly.”
They turned to Aruto, who held his hands up in surrender. “I don’t have abs, but I try to keep in shape at least!” he defended. “unlike you!”
Haruto pouted and turned away again. True to form, he summoned a rune circle and pulled out a baggie of his favorite doughnuts from within, aggressively munching on one as he stewed.
“...Really, Haruto?” Sento deadpanned. “And you wonder why you’re still a twink after all these years...”
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