The Whooves house has a small gym. It was built when the house was built. It was only intended as a hobby, so the gym wasn’t built for any particular purpose.
“…Well.” I’ll warm up a bit before breakfast. I’m not really studying martial arts, but since Father told me “if you want to be like me, you’ll have to train your body first”, it became my daily routine to work out.
“…Ninty-nine, one hundred…” I finish my routine sit-ups and change out of my gym outfit into my uniform. I slept in this morning, so I cut short of my workout. Some sit-ups with no stretching should be enough. I’m not the kind to build up a lot of muscle, and it’s not like I want to get into a fight. All I need is enough athletic ability to handle sudden accidents, and to move as I wish when I have to. After all, the thing I want to become is the complete opposite of an athlete.
“…Oh, this late already?” I push my sweaty gym outfit into the laundry basket. It’s 6:20. In our house, even this is a late time for breakfast. Breakfast is already prepared. I can smell the elegant scent of breakfast befitting Sweetie.
“Breakfast is ready, Storm.”
“Yeah, thanks… sorry, you had to do more work because I slept in.”
“No, it’s no work at all. Besides, you didn’t sleep in. This is early for you since you’re not in any clubs.”
“Clubs have nothing to do with it. When you bring clubs into it, you have to wake up early to come here when you have morning practice.”
“Ah… no, I’m doing this because I want to, so please don’t worry about my club.”
“Yeah, you always say that. Well, that’s why I wake up early, clubs or not. It’s rude for me to sleep in if you’re going to be here.” For me, waking up early is waking up before Sweetie gets here, and sleeping in is making Sweetie prepare breakfast on her own... like today. Though, this has only been a habit for a year and a half or so.
“Heehee. Storm, you always put too much weight on these things. Lyra always says you’re so honest that it’s annoying.” Sweetie smiles, as if remembering it. Lyra is the captain of the archery club Sweetie is in, and somepony I have a lot of acquaintance with.
“…Huh. Is she still complaining to you about me?”
“Yes. She’s working hard every day to beat you in archery before she graduates.”
“…Geez, she must be better than me by now. Is she just glorifying the memories? I don’t mind ponies thinking highly of me, but I guess it depends on who they are.”
“Lyra hates losing, so she probably thinks of you as a rival.” Sweetie puts rice into a bowl as she talks. It’s almost six thirty. The archery club’s morning practice starts at seven. It’s not mandatory, but she can’t afford to take it easy.
“Pinkie Pie… will be here soon, I guess. Well, it’s her fault for not getting here on time. Well, Sweetie, let’s go ahead and start eating.”
“Yes. Here you go, Storm.” Sweetie hands me the bowl with a smile.
“……” …Then. I’m used to this every morning, but her white hoof catches my eye. “…!!” …How can I put this… it’s troubling. She must be maturing as she seems really feminine these days. Her casual movements are beautiful and she often takes my breath away. Perhaps it’s a reaction to not feeling anything for her until now, but I’m noticing more and more feminine characteristics in her…
“Storm? Is something wrong?”
“…No, it’s nothing. Don’t worry, it’s nothing.”
“Hm?” …Honestly. Why am I feeling tense around my friend’s sister? She’s a good underclasspony and a junior I need to take care of. First of all, the relationship between me and Sweetie Belle is just that of a senior and a junior. She’s the sister of a close friend of mine, but since she’s a grade below me, we weren’t that close. It all changed a year and a half ago into this cooperative relationship. Sweetie came to cook when I was injured, and after that, I think we just ended up like this. …I think we intended to do it until my injury healed, but some trivial thing came up to make her stay with it.
Anyways, Sweetie is a good cook, and perfect at cleaning and doing laundry. It’s a big help to have her helping around here in the mornings, but it’s been a bit troubling recently. The problem is not in Sweetie, but me.
“……” Frankly, Sweetie is beautiful. She’s one of the best looking first years, and I’m sure there are lots of stallions who want to date her. And on top of that, she’s been growing in certain places recently and some of her casual gestures have started to catch my eye. …That’s what I mean by a small problem. Maybe I’m just feeling guilty about being attracted to my friend’s sister. Usually I’m fine, but when I’m caught off guard like just now, I blush… does this make me an unsuitable senior…?
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