Disclaimer: Any original characters are property of myself and myself only. Eyeshield 21 is a series created by Riichigo Inagaki and Yusuke Murata. All characters of Eyeshield 21 are property of the original creators, Shonen Jump and Viz Media. Any references to the NFL and its players are copyrighted by the NFL and credited to their respective teams.
A soft knock at the door awoke the slumbering behemoth. The tired titan raised a groggy eyebrow at the almost melodic sound of soft rapping. He rolled over onto one arm, hauling himself upright. The stocky teen found he was still wearing the same nasty sweat soaked clothing he was wearing the day before. A quick sniff at his underarm was more than enough to shock him to his senses. His nose curled in disgust and he blew out a sharp breath of disapproval.
Again a gentle tapping resounded from his chamber door. Suitokku rubbed his weary brow and ran his sausage sized fingers through his messy bleach blond hair. He swung his tree trunk legs over the edge of the violet bed and brought himself steadily to his feet. The giant sleepily lumbered over to the door and answered the beaconing call.
When he opened the door Winstead was standing there with his hands resting behind his back. "Good morning Mr. Fish Head. I do apologize for waking you but I thought you might like a spot of breakfast?"
"Oh Winstead… Yeah sure." Suitokku said slowly. He leaned out the doorway and looked cautiously down the hallway. It was eerily silent. After a short pause the giant asked quietly, "Uhh... where's Dante?"
"The young master is going over game footage in his chambers. I was told to serve you breakfast and to send you there after you have had a shower." Winstead replied courtly.
The giant pursed his lips in confusion. "Wait… so… no training today?"
"None to my knowledge Mr. Fish Head." The wrinkly old gentleman replied.
Suitokku eyed the old crone suspiciously but found no deception in the folds of time that wrinkled their way across his face. Still keeping a skeptical eye on the Klausen family butler Suitokku took a hesitant step into the hallway while closing the door behind him.
"Right this way Mr. Fish Head." Winstead said politely as he held out his hand towards the kitchen.
On the center island of the granite dominated kitchen Winstead had laid out a meal of fine ham and scrambled eggs, as well as toast, three kinds of juice, fresh milk, and an assortment of jellies and jams. Drool started to literally drip from Suitokku's open maw and he had to wipe away the saliva to save his manners. He sat down quickly and happily heaved heavy helpings onto his plate and began to inhale the delicious food.
After finishing his third helping the massive teen thanked Winstead for the meal and went back to his room to grab some clothes for his shower. As usual the few clothes that he had were neatly folded away into the dresser in his room, courtesy of Winstead. Suitokku made a mental note to really thank the old man before he left his care.
The hot steamy water felt so rejuvenating after sleeping in one's own filth over night. He let his sore muscles relax against the stream and sighed contentedly. When he finished drying off he dressed quickly into a pair of frayed holey jeans and a faded old forest green t-shirt with a picture of a fishing boat on it and the words: "Cabin Boy," across the chest. Suitokku looked into the full length mirror on his bedroom wall and rotated his head to one side. His neck cracked audibly with the movement and the giant moaned sorely. He rubbed his neck with his massive hand and grimaced slightly at the soreness radiating from his muscles.
The leviathan turned his head the other way and again, his neck crackled like a set of firecrackers and he sighed. He left his bedroom and paused a moment before taking a deep breath and looking down the hall to the skull and crossbones door. The stalwart youth approached the gateway to hell and reluctantly began to knock but the door opened before his hand could even touch it.
Dante stood in the doorway with Calypso draped around his shoulders like some sequin serpent. Suitokku immediately backpedaled to the opposite side of the hallway and raised his hands defensively. The bushy browed foreigner shot him a dirty look a muttered, "Pussy…" before taking a step into the hallway.
"I'm going to get some coffee. You want anything ophidophobe?" Dante grumpily asked with a backwards glance as he headed towards the kitchen.
Suitokku was frozen with primal fear for another second before he registered the question. "Huh? Um yeah… sure thanks… What the hell is an ophidophobe?"
"Means you're afraid of snakes you big wuss!" Dante grumbled before sneering under his breath, "Christ…" and he turned away.
Suitokku waited patiently for the hairy trainer to return. "At least it's normal to be afraid of snakes…" he thought, the image of Calypso making him shudder as he did.
Dante returned shortly holding a larger steel thermos and a four pack of blue amp energy drinks. He chucked the thermos at Suitokku and said, "Think fast!"
The leviathan was caught off guard and juggled the thermos between his massive hands before securing the coffee filled cylinder. He shot Dante an annoyed look but shied away when he saw Calypso extend her knobby head towards his face.
The American rolled his eyes at the flinching lineman and patted the python gently. "Now now girl try not to frighten the little school girl over there. She might pee her pants."
Suitokku was not amused and scowled at the brazen linebacker. "I'm not scared!" growled the blonde haired teen.
"Well you sure could have fooled me sweet cheeks. Now come on… I got a different kind of lesson for you today puss cake." Dante cooed as he entered his bedroom while waving his hand for Suitokku to follow.
Suitokku cautiously entered the linebacker's chamber a few precarious steps behind the massive pythons reach. The leviathan had to admit he wasn't too surprised by the clutter of the room when he entered. He had a feeling the haggard looking American would keep his personal domicile in a similar fashion. The only things that were arranged in any order were the shelves of CD's and DVD's that lined the wall near the desk. Other than that many more DVD's were scattered all about the right side of the large television and there were so many posters on the walls and ceiling it was hard to find a single inch of space that wasn't pasted with a rock band's faces or logos. A cursory glance around showed him the beast's bed and a guitar with some large amps to the left side of the TV against the wall. The other side of the room had the desk and what he assumed to be Calypso's tank. Other than that the massive room seemed rather devoid of anything else save a pair of pair of bean bag chairs and a single door on the wall to the right hand side of the doorway.
"I take it you're a rock and roll kind of guy." Suitokku stated rather than asked.
Dante just stopped in the center of the room and turned towards the potential lineman swinging Calypso in his wake. The hairy foreigner looked around at the posters that seemed to eat away at the walls and shrugged. "Yeah I guess you could say that, but I listen to about anything that's not country."
"Really? Why's that?" Suitokku asked curiously.
"Cuz country sucks that's why…" Dante answered matter-o-factly.
The mammoth teen just let it go mouthing a drawn out "Ohhh."
"But never mind that, come here and have a seat." Dante said evenly, pointing at one of the two bean bag chairs where there had been only one the night before. The freshly showered colossus obliged, collapsing into the massive amoeba like chair with and audible whumpf sound. Dante did likewise and plopped down into his own shape shifting seat and leaned towards Suitokku.
Calypso instantly made the giant teen recoil and Dante grew irritated once more. The red headed American barked, "Enough with that shit! Calypso is harmless! If you're pissing yourself over her you are NEVER gonna last on the football field! Now grow some balls and deal with it because Calypso isn't going anywhere today, so you're just going to have to learn to love her company or go home now." Dante ended emphatically by shooting a finger toward the door and holding it there tensely.
Suitokku winced as if he had been bitten by the python and he looked at the snake uncertainly. He took a deep breath and looked between the serpent and her master. Calypso just stared back passively and flicked her forked tongue. Dante on the other hand stared back intensely and with strong emotion. If Suitokku hadn't known any better he could have sworn Dante looked like an ogre from ancient lore. The leviathan again glanced back and forth between the reptile and the demon and gulped.
"Y…you're SURE she's not going to bite?" He managed to ask.
"Of course she's not going to bite! She's never bitten a damn soul in her life! And I've had her for twelve years! Now apologize to her for being such a pussy and pet her!"
"No." Suitokku sternly said without any hesitation.
"Whatever. You'll learn to love her eventually. Twinkle Toes was the same way when they first met, but at least now even that little shrimp will at least pet her." Dante chided.
"He didn't seem too keen about it the other day…" Suitokku prodded.
"Eh it's just been a while…" the foreigner stated and waved his hand as if it was nothing but a formality.
"So what am I doing today besides dodging your snake Gingerbread Man?"
"Hoho! Nice one Fish Head! For that one you get to watch even more game film and take even more notes." The American laughed maliciously.
"So wait… let me get this straight. All we're doing today is watching football games and taking notes?" Suitokku asked doubtingly.
Dante just grinned his evil grin which peeled his mouth from ear to ear. He looked like a demonic Cheshire cat with a beard. "That is correct."
"No running?" The leviathan asked with heavy suspicion in his voice.
"No running." The demon repeated.
"And this is training? This is supposed to help me be a better lineman?"
"You can go run if you want." Dante teased waving his hand towards the door.
Suitokku immediately began waving his hands in front of him to dissuade that suggestion.
"No?" Dante asked innocently.
"No that's ok. It's just… I have trouble understanding how watching a game is training." said the confused goliath.
"Ah that is where many a fine athlete makes their mistake. When you first came to me, you said you wanted to play football to go to school. And while I hope you grow to change that decision I will merit that to be a great football player you do need to be a good student, of the game that is." Dante paused for a second thinking. "Do you know what the difference between a good athlete and a great athlete is, all physical attributes being equal?"
Suitokku thought for a moment and rubbed his broad chin. "Spirit?"
Dante smiled and snorted under his breath. "Yes that does indeed help I will give you that. But one of the main differences between the good athlete and the great one is how much time they spend learning the game both on and off the field."
The leviathan's eyes widened slightly at the Americans speech, finally realizing where he was going with this.
"You see it doesn't matter how physically gifted you are. When you finally meet your physical match on the field your only weapon comes down to which one of you knows more about the other and who knows more about the game. That's why even though I'm about as gifted as they come athletically; I never take that for granted. I work my ass to the grindstone ON and OFF the field to make sure I AM the BEST. And if you want to be the best I suggest you do the same. ESPECIALLY since you only have barely three days of football experience to your name, greenhorn." The hairy American preached as he gave Suitokku a serious and willful look.
The massive blonde found himself nodding at the American's logic. "Wow, I hate to admit it but that's really impressive. This sport must mean a lot to you to dedicate that much of your time to it." the stalwart youth said in awe.
"You have no idea big guy. Football means everything to me. I honestly don't know what I'd do without it." Dante said proudly.
Suitokku simply nodded in admiration and took the notebook that his hairy mentor was now holding out towards him, being careful to avoid Calypso all the while. Dante resumed the game he had paused during his coffee run and cracked open one of his blue energy drinks. Throughout the game the red haired American gave Suitokku pointers and advice on what to look for. Suitokku was surprised to find a less intimidating and more helpful Dante when it came to film study. The normally brash and abrasive teen was actually very academic and informative during the lesson. He was really quite animated and enthusiastic about the games, often making comments and pointing out areas of concern and interest for the rookie. The oceanic leviathan had to admit that he was actually having some fun.
The two teens watched a few more games over the next several hours. Every now and then Dante would pause or rewind the tape to make a note here or there or to explain something of particular importance to the giant beside him. And despite some of the obvious tension that had been festering between Suitokku and Dante over the last few days the two of them had even began to be chummy.
As the hours passed Suitokku found that his curiosity began to bubble about uncontrollably and the giant asked, "So Gingerbread Man… what made you decide to play football anyway?"
The hairy red head took another swig from his can of amp and lowered his eyes. He grunted to clear his throat. "Just another sport to conquer I guess. At least that's what it was at first…" Dante paused and finished off his can of blue dew. "All the other sports I played, whether it was baseball, basketball, soccer, rugby, hockey; you name it I played it growing up. I was good at them all and no one could touch me."
"Until football?" Suitokku asked intuitively.
Dante held up a finger and waved it like a revolver. "Bingo my massive padre. All those other sports were just child's play for me. But football…" the American paused for dramatic effect, "Now that my friend was a sport, and I mean a real sport. It had everything I wanted, everything I craved in a contest between men. Power, speed, tactics, a real battle sport ya know? Plus getting to actually hit people on purpose and get away with it was fun too HAHA!"
"Alright, I guess that makes sense…" Suitokku responded sagely. Although the answer made sense coming from the American, the young leviathan couldn't help but feel Dante was holding something back. "SO football was a challenge for you and you stuck with it because of that?"
The red haired beast crushed his empty can of amp and chucked it unceremoniously behind him and into a trash can across the room without any effort. "Well I suppose you could say that… It didn't start to feel really challenging and fun until Twinkle Toes came to play at Notre Dame."
"Oh yeah Sena did mention he played in America" Suitokku recalled.
"Yeah he came in an exchange overseas something or other. Anyway until that point the only people that had been a challenge had been Clifford but we weren't allowed to actually hit him in practice because he was the quarterback so I couldn't really gage him. But Twinkle Toes… that crafty little bastard. The first snap from scrimmage he ran it by all of us for a touchdown. He completely blew by me!" Dante paused with awe and wonder.
The American continued, "No one had ever done that to me. And you can bet I was pissed beyond all reason… but at the same time I felt… I don't know… exhilarated? From that point on he and I formed a little rivalry and friendship in camp and on the field. I'd win some battles he'd win others but I found that through it all I found that playing football was the most fun I have ever had."
"So you're saying that Sena was the reason you stuck with football?" Suitokku asked.
Dante merely brushed off the comment saying, "Not really but I guess you could say he made it better, made it more fun."
"Huh."
"What?"
"No… I was just thinking it was kind of ironic. Sena is the reason we both got a real taste of football." Suitokku said thoughtfully.
Dante began to laugh snidely. "Hahaha! Look at you saying you've had a real taste haha! You haven't even been in a real practice yet but you think you're a football player haha!"
"Well you know what I mean!" Suitokku said shoving the American in the shoulder playfully but still sending him deeper into his bean bag chair anyway.
The bushy browed foreigner adjusted himself in the fuzzy bean bag chair. Then a thought came across his mind as though he remembered something. "Oh yeah that reminds me! Speaking of the shrimp we're going to go grab some dinner with him and Squirt in a couple of hours." Dante chirped as he remembered the event.
"We are?" Suitokku asked half surprised half curiously optimistic.
"Yeah you still have to fill out some last minute paper work and stuff and Twinkle Toes has all of it anyway. So this gives us an excuse to get away from the house. Besides after 13 hours of game film study even I need a break."
"Alright that sounds… wait wait… 13 hours? We've only watched three games." The leviathan stated clearly confused.
"No… you've only watched three games… I've been awake since you went to sleep last night." Dante said and then stretched his arms backwards into an exaggerated yawn.
Suitokku scrunched his face up in confusion and disbelief at his hairy compatriot. "He was up all night after going through that brutal practice yesterday since six in the morning? No it would have been even earlier for him so he could be up and ready to harass me by six. That's… that's at least 32 hours without sleep." thought the massive teen. The marine leviathan suddenly felt a tinge of uneasiness creep up his spine. "This guy's not human…"
"How are you not dead on your feet?" The giant asked strait out.
"Oh I do this all the time." Dante replied as though it were nothing.
"That can't be healthy man." Suitokku reproached.
"Probably not, but I manage." shrugged the American.
"Yeah, but…"
"Adadada don't but me Fish Head. You just worry about wowing those judges tomorrow. Don't worry about me now go get ready for dinner." Dante said as he practically shoved the giant out the door. Suitokku began to protest but before he could succeed the hairy American had already pushed him out the door and slammed it behind him. The leviathan was left in the long corridor to wonder about his friend and his self induced insomnia.
Within the hour Suitokku and Dante were both heading off for Point Crest. The two beef cakes were to meet Sena and Suzuna at Lone Star's in a few minutes. Dante was wearing a pair of blue jeans with about a million pockets lining each pant leg. He was also wearing a red flannel shirt with sleeves cut off at the elbows. His beige leather cowboy boots clacked noisily on the sidewalk as he trotted alongside his maritime companion who was dressed in the same attire he had been in earlier that day.
They arrived in front of Lone Star's and found the young couple awaiting them. Suzuna was wearing a pink cami underneath a thin wispy blue blouse that buttoned just underneath her breasts and a pair of black skinny leg jeans. Sena was clad in a bi colored polo that was white from the chest down and navy blue across the shoulders and upper back and a pair of blue jeans.
Dante was the first to spot them and hollered, "He-y! Twinkle Toes! Squirt!"
The football ace and his girlfriend turned towards the hoarse voice and Suzuna smiled widely. The cheer captain shouted "Chewy! Suitokkun!" and she ran over and crushed Dante in an emphatic hug. "How have you been? It's been so long!"
"Oh- you know same shit different day." The hairy foreigner laughed as he returned the hug.
While his girlfriend was hugging their hairy pal Sena offered Suitokku his hand. The giant returned the brunettes handshake in earnest, his giant bear paw easily engulfing the smaller athlete's hand. Sena smiled and asked, "So… surviving?"
Suitokku smirked and squeezed Sena's hand a little tighter then replied through gritted teeth, "More or less…" The giant held that tension for a moment and when Sena began to turn slightly pale he let out a hearty laugh. "Yeah I'm doing ok. But thanks for asking."
The brunette simply nodded and sighed in relief. He began to say something else but was cut off when Suzuna jumped in front of him and wrapped the behemoth in a gleeful hug. "Eeeei! Suitokkun! How are you? Is Chewy treating you ok?"
Suitokku seemed surprised by the hug and hesitantly patted the navy haired beauty's back in return. He coughed a reply, "I'm alright, really." Then he shot a snide look towards the American an added, "Besides… Gingerbread Man's not so bad."
Suzuna released the hug and looked at Suitokku with a raised eyebrow. It didn't take long for her confused look to turn into a bought of unrestricted giggling when she realized who the leviathan was referring to. "Hahaha, oh that's too good. Now Chewy has two nicknames hee hee!" Even Sena had began to laugh honestly at his friend's new moniker.
Dante crossed his arms and huffed, "Yeah yeah haw haw very funny. Now let's go I'm starving here!"
This only caused the three teens to laugh all the more as they followed their hairy friend into the steak house. The hostess quickly seated the four teens at a table near the open fire pit. The aromas of beef and chicken wafted towards their seats and the teens all began to salivate at the tantalizing smells. They all placed their drink orders and continued to peruse the menu for their meal selections. The attractive female server asked, "Will this be separate checks?"
Before anyone could speak up Dante said, "No just one. It's on me guys so go nuts."
"Are you sure Dante? I don't mind covering Suzuna and myself…" Sena began to offer but Dante raised his hand to silence him.
"Come on Twinkle Toes you've seen my house. I'm pretty sure I can swing it. So get whatever you guys want." He winked. Then he nudged Suitokku hard in the shoulder and said, "Even if it's ridiculous."
Suitokku glanced Dante's way slyly and smirked. Dante raised an eyebrow and said, "What?"
The maritime monster just kept smirking and pointed to a large sign hanging above the pit. Dante looked at the sign and snorted in amusement. The advertisement depicted a food challenge. If you could eat a 72 oz steak, a massive baked potato, a side vegetable of your choice, and a roll all in under an hour's time the meal would be free and you'd get your picture on the wall of fame. If you failed however to eat the nearly 5 pound course you had to pay a rather large bill and have your photo put on the wall of shame to forever show your failure.
The hairy linebacker gave Suitokku a cock sure look. "You think you can handle all that big guy?"
"Oh I know I can, but I don't think you're man enough for it." Suitokku said smugly while sipping away at his coke.
"Is that a challenge Fish Head?" Dante retorted while raising his voice.
"Damn right it is Gingerbread!" the leviathan shouted and slapped the table.
Sena and Suzuna unconsciously edged back into their chairs. The two monsters sitting across from them were now staring each other in the eye, their faces nearly touching. Both of them had a wicked confident smile on their faces. Suzuna glanced at her boyfriend and indicated that maybe he should do something. She jutted out her chin towards the two violently escalating beasts across the table and grunted slightly. Sena didn't get the hint at first and she got irritated and elbowed him in the arm. "Oww!" Sena murmured as he rubbed the assaulted appendage. His girlfriend gave him another look that said "Do something about this!" Sena raised his hands defensively as if to signal "Ok, Ok!"
"Hey guys…" Sena began to say but as soon as he spoke the two immediately turned their attention on him.
Both of them barked simultaneously, "What! You want in on this too!"
"Ack! N..No!" stammered the stuttering brunette. But before he could continue the waitress returned.
"Have you all decided what you would like?" she asked politely.
Dante and Suitokku both barked, "3 of the 72 oz steak challenges! Vegetable: carrots!"
Without batting an eye the waitress jotted down the order and then turned to Suzuna to take hers, "And you ma'am?"
Suzuna managed to stammer in her surprise at the current situation, "Oh uh the 6 oz sirloin with a baked potato, extra sour cream please."
And once again before Sena could protest or argue the waitress turned on her heels and headed for the kitchen to place the order. The wild haired brunette stared at his teammates incredulously. He began to stutter accusingly and the two monsters looked at him and asked, "What?"
"I can't eat all that! What were you thinking!" whined the runner.
Suitokku shrugged sheepishly and Dante just picked his nose. The hairy American removed his pinky finger from his nostril and said, "Hey you wanted in."
"No I DIDN'T! You guys just threw me in!" he complained.
"Oops." The red head said innocently with a shrug.
Sena put his face down onto the table and covered the back of his head with his hands in defeat and moaned. Suzuna began to rub his back sympathetically and glared at the two boys across the table.
Dante just huffed, "Oh quit your bitching, I'm paying for it anyway either way so what's the big deal?"
The running back tilted his head up and rested his chin on his fore arms and said, "Right… but that still doesn't help the fact that we have to sit at the challenge table and do it in front of everyone…" and then hid his face again in shame.
"But that's half the fun!" Dante bellowed with laughter. All the while Suitokku was sitting silently with a stoic look on his face. "Oh yeah before we forget, give Fish Head those papers he needs to do. Hopefully he can get them done before the food gets here."
Sena sat up and stuttered, "Oh yeah, o..of course." And he turned to rummage through his bag. He quickly found the necessary forms and handed them across the table to the behemoth. Suitokku read through them over the next few minutes and filled them out as quickly as he could. In the mean time Dante and the others made small talk about the try outs tomorrow and what to expect. Before long the red headed devil grew mischievous and as soon as Suitokku finished filling out the forms he nudged the colossus.
"Care to make this challenge a little more interesting?" he asked deviously.
"You mean like a bet?" the intuitive giant asked.
"Yeah… exactly like a bet… whoever finishes the meal first wins, whoever is last loses." Dante began to chuckle devilishly.
"Hey now…" Sena began, suddenly realizing this could end up very bad for him.
"Alright so what do you want if you win?" Suitokku asked
"Hmmm… let's see… oh I know. If I win you have to hold Calypso for an hour." Dante said as a wicked grin spread across his grisly face.
Suitokku's face soured into a scowl of disapproval and malice. He looked at the muscular American and rebutted, "Fine. But if I win you have to shave your head and wear a maids costume to the try outs tomorrow."
Dante shot an equally sour look back at the leviathan and growled, "Fine!" They both stared at each other a second more, simmering the whole time. After a moment more they both turned their attention on the running back. Dante cracked an evil smile and Suitokku frowned sternly.
Sena blanched and stammered, "Oh n..no I want no p…part of this!"
"It's too late for that Twinkle Toes! You're in hip deep now." Dante mused.
"Yeah so what do you want if you win?" Suitokku said with all seriousness.
"I want to not be involved in any of your future bets!" Sena shouted!
"That's a pretty lame wager, but I think we can take you so ok. But if I win and you lose you have to wear a chicken suit to the try outs tomorrow. What about you Fish Head, what does Twinkle Toes have to do if you win?" Dante said and Suitokku just nodded.
Suitokku cupped his squared jaw with his massive hand and thought for a moment before saying, "Well I guess I owe Sena a lot so I can't be too hard on him. Hmmm. No offense Sena I don't think you stand a chance against us. But I'm fairly sure I can beat Gingerbread's time here. If I win he doesn't have to do Dante's bet… but Dante still has to do his." Suitokku finished the statement by thumbing in Dante's direction.
"No way Fish Head, the winner gets to decide what the loser does not second place." Dante protested
"Says who? The winner gets to dictate the bet that's how it works!" Suitokku retorted.
"Not where I come from!" argued the fiery American.
"Well we're in Japan not the States cherry head!" the leviathan growled.
"What's that supposed to mean!" the disgruntled red head barked.
Sena sat there jaw agape, hands tensely poised in front of him on the table as they argued. He wasn't going to get out of this no matter how hard he tried. Suzuna could only rub his back to try and console her poor boyfriend. "It's ok Sena, I have faith in you. You can do it!" she tried to comfort him. This of course only caused Sena to laugh helplessly.
"Thanks Suzuna-chan but I don't think any amount of support is going to help me beat those monsters…" frowned the running back…
Before long it was time for the manic munching challenge and the waitress announced the three competitors. The three challengers were all now sitting at the contest table. Suitokku and Dante both looked confident and hungry as they held their knives and forks in hand. Sena on the other hand looked miserable and unsteady. As the waitress denounced that all three of the teens had to finish the massive meat portion and all the trimmings in an hour or less Suzuna sat at a nearby table and whistled her support.
"Come one Sena you can do it!" shouted the blue eyed beauty.
Sena grumbled with embarrassment. Not only was he going to lose the bet by a mile but he was going to do it in front of an audience too. He mumbled under his breath, "You better win Suitokku…"
