Producer: | (Today we’re having a hanetsuki practice session in preparation for an upcoming New Year’s program. I’m starting to enjoy myself just watching how the idea of a class held where everyone wears kimono plays out~) |
Issei: | Hey, Futami! You better do this right. |
Takamichi: | There’s no way that [name] won’t get mad over a score like this. |
Futami: | It’ll be fine. As long as she doesn’t find out, we’re good, we’re good~ |
Producer: | What’ll be fine if I don’t find out about it? |
Futami: | Uwah-!? Huh? Weren’t you busy with a recording for the third gens? I thought you weren’t coming. |
Producer: | The recording went better than expected, so I left earlier than I’d planned. More importantly, though… What’s with your face? Akabane-kun. |
Futami: | Oh, um, see, this is practice for, uh, hanetsuki, y'know… Yeah, that’s what we’ve been doing… We’re getting dead serious about it! |
Producer: | If you were practicing seriously, I don’t think you’d be doodling with ink on your face. |
Futami: | Oh, that? Issei and Takamichi were just screwing around and overdid it with the ink. Those guys really have no mercy, which means they’re giving me a lot of hassle… |
Producer: | It seems like those two were pretty angry about your match, though. |
Futami: | Of course not. Right, you gu– Hey, they’re gone!! How mean! Those two just ran off and left me here… |
Producer: | Sigh. They didn’t run off so much as go back to their own training like they’re supposed to. |
Futami: | I guess…you could say that? |
Producer: | Geez… You’ve gotta get serious about putting your all into this, right? |
Futami: | Come on, we’re just playing around here, aren’t we? If I put serious effort into this I’ll just get tired out. |
Producer: | “Tired out”… You mean you won’t feel frustrated at all if you lose? |
Futami: | Nah… Not really. I’m enjoying myself just fine as it is. I mean, aside from having ink smeared on my face, it’s fun, don’t you think? |
Producer: | Sigh… Please get just a little bit of motivation going here. |
Futami: | Motivation, huh… Probably the word that’s farther away from me than any other… |
Producer: | I want to see what you look like when you get serious, though, Akabane-kun. |
Futami: | Even if you say that, it’s no use~ |
Futami: | Ah, how about this, then: you can get me a prize that’ll get me fired up. I’m sure I’ll work hard if there’s a prize! |
Producer: | Well, you say a “prize”, but… |
Futami | It doesn’t have to be a physical object~. Something like you wearing a kimono would be enough to get my spirits up~ |
Producer: | Me in a kimono? Would that seriously be enough to get you motivated? |
Futami: | It would, it would! I mean, everybody here might already be wearing kimono, but since they’re all guys, it’s not exactly a feast for the eyes! |
Futami: | So come on, hurry up, hurry~! I can help you you get changed, if you want~? |
Producer: | Eh?! I- I’m good! I can dress myself! …Speaking of which, though, can you put on kimono by yourself, Akabane-kun? |
Futami: | Yup. When I still lived with my family, wearing a kimono was pretty standard~. I helped Issei and Takamichi put theirs on today, too. |
Producer: | Amazing…! |
Futami: | So, I’ll still offer to help you put yours on too, Producer~ |
Producer: | Denied! I’ll go get changed, so promise me that you’re really going to apply yourself, okay? |
Futami: | Yes, ma'am–! I’ll wait here like a good boy! |
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