"Are we going to spar today?" she asked as he crossed the room to the control box.
"No." He flicked on a switch. A circular hole about the size of a grapefruit opened up on the ceiling and the floor. A singular metal rod shot out, connecting to the opposite hole. Shimon yanked on it twice to make sure it was sturdy before turning to face her. "Ever heard of pole fitness?"
Mayura blinked. "Pole fitness?" she echoed.
He nodded. "Yesterday while I was about to leave, Arima-sama suggested it to me. Apparently he found out that I was training you." The teen shrugged indifferently. "Might as well do it and see how it goes."
Mayura frowned. "Did you do this as training with my dad?" she asked, still eyeing the pole warily as Shimon pulled out training mats and started laying them near the pole.
Shimon frowned at the mat in his hand like it offended him in someway. "I...don't remember? Anyway, it'll be a good review for me." He turned to face her. "Want to try?"
Mayura was blushing, her face tinted with red. "Is pole fitness like...um...pole dancing?" she squeaked out.
Her teacher stated at her. And stared. "Ah-! No, it's not!" he blurted out, a little too loud, his face flushed. "It's to work on muscular strength and ah, flexibility. Yeah, that's it!" he rambled. "It's not weird like pole dancing." Shimon was even redder now. "What did Arima-sama have in mind?" he hissed quietly.
Mayura stared at the pole as he continued to mumble. How hard could it be? She turned away from the pole, hosting herself up with her hands as her legs locked on the pole. Awkwardly, she learned backwards, her hand sliding down and her legs lifting up, grasping the pole with her feet. The movement made her vertical with the pole. Slowly, she moved her other hand down until it joined her first hand. She let one leg hang in the air, arm muscles burning to keep her up. Faster, she twisted with ease, performing movements she felt surprisingly comfortable with. Spin, flip, hang, spin. This was fun. While doing it, she failed to notice Shimon staring at her in amazement.
Shimon was rambling. He knew that; it was an old habit of his. So he failed to notice that Otomi was no longer listening to his rambles. As he spun to tell her how she should start, his next breath hitched. The way she moved should've been illegal. Spinning and performing complex moves with fluid and graceful movements. And if he had to be truthful, his face looked like a ripe tomato while Otomi's breasts bounced to her movement.
Pole training, to be honest, was something Seigen-san only briefed on. How to hold himself in one position on the pole for a long period of time. Usually hanging upside down without using hands or using hands to keep yourself up and no feet. But nothing like this.
He watched, if somewhat dazed by Otomi's performance. She finally slowed down to catch her breath, still clinging onto the pole about halfway up. "You could've told me that you knew this already." he commented. Otomi let out a startled yelp, her hands releasing the pole.
Shimon caught her, slamming non-too gently onto the mats, his back hitting the mats with a thud. She was crushing him in her grip, his face planted right inbetween her breasts. He started getting dizzy. Not good...really not good. He rolled them over so that he was more 'side-by-side to her than below or above.
"You ok?" he asked breathlessly, one arm still around her waist. It made them closer than they should've been. Otomi just groaned, unintentionally shifting closer to him, close enough for him to feel her body heat. His legs and her legs were overlapped, the training uniform's dark colors making it hard to tell apart who's leg was who's.
"That hurt." she whined, opening her eyes. Finding herself very close to Shimon's face. "Sorry!" she jerked back. Shimon distangled himself and stood up, looking away to hide his embarrassment.
"Should we start?" he asked. So. Stupid. But Otomi being Otomi just nodded, a layer of red still shading her cheeks. "Let's start with this. Put your arms up like this," Shimon demonstrated, motioning grabbing the pole. Mayura copied the movement easily. "Now just pull yourself up and put your legs around it like your sitting on a chair." Mayura did as instructed, skidding down a bit. Instinctively, Shimon reached out and grabbed her waist. She let out a small gasp, but said nothing as he hosted her up a bit higher up the pole. "Now slowly lift your legs up... good, now spread them apart. Ok, try and support yourself horizontally against the pole now. Have your legs parallel to it."
Mayura did the move effortlessly. Without thinking, Shimon pressed his hands on her thighs, making them straighter. He felt her muscles stiffen. It was only then until his mind registered what he was doing. His hand was on her thigh. He pushed back his raging hormones. "They weren't straight." he said gruffly.
"O-ok." Mayura stammered. Her arms started shaking. "Shimon, watch out!" She pushed off the pole to prevent her head from being hit, rolling on the mats from impact. Shimon just barely dodged her fast escalation.
Mayura winced from the pain in her shoulder. Maybe diving off the pole wasn't such a good idea after all. Shimon peered at her curiously. "You okay?" he asked, offering a hand.
Mayura smiled at him, taking his hand to host herself up."Just hit my shoulder a bit." she replied. "How did I do?" She added, like she did every time after training.
Her instructor gave her a small smile. "I think you would be qualified for flexibility and strength." he said, "But only in this category." he added jokingly, frowning thoughtfully at the wall behind her. "Let's get bandaged up." She was still holding his hand.
"You two...just what were you doing?" Mayura froze. Ever so slowly, she and Shimon turned towards the source.
"Hi Dad." Mayura said meekly.
"Good afternoon Seigen-san." Shimon stammered.
Her dad glared at their joined hands. The two quickly let go. "Just what...we're you doing?" he asked, a creepy aura surrounding him.
