'Getou-san, I know you said you weren 't allowed in the weapons shed, ' Nanami starts, and Suguru breathes in sharply to keep the annoyance off his face, hands balling into loose fists at his sides. 'But does it count if you 're just using your fists? '

Curious, he stills, lips slanting in thought as he turns his head, his loosened, spilling bun flopping slightly with the motion. Nanami is a little awkward stood in the corridor of the hallway, having caught him as he 'd come back from one of the vending machines. He shuffles a little, arms hidden behind his back and eyes drawn down and away towards the side.

'...Why? ' Suguru asks, a little more giving when the request doesn 't seem like one made solely out of pre or post pubescent lust to see his bare arms- and at least a little bit of actual desire to learn, he has to concede.