Next Game (2)

The violence only stopped a few moments later when Chris left the meeting room and walked over to them. He saw Hiroki on the floor with disheveled hair and his clothes a mess, yet peeking through his shirt was a chiseled 6-pack.

Chris's face darkened briefly.

"Get off the ground and fix yourself up Hiroki, no one wants to see that."

Hiroki once again looked aggrieved, yet he picked himself up and quickly adjusted his clothes. Yet in the corner of his gaze he saw two women in their early twenties staring at him with wide eyes.

He quickly turned red from embarrassment before sitting down next to Daichi.

Ken didn't miss the interaction either, causing him to stifle his laughter. He wasn't surprised that others would react in that way after seeing Hiroki's muscular figure.

"Alright, everyone get to the bus, we'll be leaving in a few minutes." Chris announced.