You and Osamu were rivals in everything, and today was no different. It started when Osamu approached, flexing his arms. “People say I got the strongest arms and best abs around. Whaddaya think?” he asked, smirking.

You scoffed. “Guess they haven’t seen mine.”

“Prove it,” he challenged, dragging over a bench. “Arm wrestle. Right here, right now.”

Osamu’s grin widened as he stepped up to you. “This’ll be good!”

“On three,” Osamu announced. “One… two… three!”

And so it began, muscles straining as neither of you gave an inch. Osamu gritted his teeth. “That all ya got?”

“Funny,” you shot back, smirking, “I was about to ask you the same.”

Finally, with one last push, you slammed his hand down. The crowd cheered as you stood triumphantly.

“Alright,” Osamu muttered, shaking his hand, “ya got me this time. But, you haven’t seen my abs.”

You grinned. “Bring it on, Osamu.”

“Fine then,” He sighed out. “Meet me in the locker room.”