"It's Week, not Weight!!"
"Potato and Tomato. It's basically the same."
"No, they're not… Those two can't be more different."
"It's the letter, McQueen. Not the fruit."
They're vegetables!! What is going on?!?
"Back to the topic. Weight—"
"Week!!"
"What do you think of this racewear design?"
The young man shows Silence Suzuka's design to her roommate. Everyone waits in anticipation. Being someone from the country, Special Week's sense of fashion surely differs from most. She might be the only one who can relate to Silence Suzuka.
"It's perverted!!"
*Stab*
"Only the most shameful Uma Musume would wear something like that to a race!!"
*Stab*
"Running in front of so many people with that!! You might as well go naked!!"
*Stab*
"I wouldn't even wear that for a swimsuit!!"
*Stab*
"Only the most degenerate mind can come up with such a shameful design!!"
*Stab*
"Alright! Alright! That's enough!! She's dead!! No need to kick the corpse!!"
The young man frantically tries to stop the glutton. Silence Suzuka, who her friend and crush just mocked, is now bullied by her roommate. And not any roommate, Special Week is an airhead and pure. Everything she said just now came straight from her heart without any malice behind it. It's just pure honesty. So Suzuka knew that there truly was nothing she could do to defend herself.
"Ooohhh… I'm sorry for being born…"
"You're taking it too far, orange uma. What I'm saying is that you focus on running, while everything else is on me."
Not only does he smell nice, but he is kind. He would make a great father.
"You can't, Suzuka!! You can't rely more on this man!! You have to stand your ground and tell him your real feelings!!"
"Spe!!"
Suzuka was on high alert when her roommate just casually ran her mouth without thinking. Suzuka never told Special Weight about her true feelings for Igo Heita, so the moment Special Weight blabbered it out, she was on high alert. If someone as empty-headed as Special Weight can figure it out, then surely everyone else can.
"We–We can talk about this in private first!!"
"No!! You have suffered long enough, Suzuka!! It's time he knew the truth!!"
"SPE!!! No!"
"Trainer Igo Heita, I know what you really are!!"
"A newbie trainer?"
"You're a monster that like to abuse his trainees!!"
"?????????????????????????????????????????????????????"
Questions mark bombard the scene as not a single person was expecting Special Weight to say that. The young man can sometimes be strict, but not to the point of being abusive. It's his job as a trainer to train Uma Musume, and there are times when he needs to put his foot down, but no one would consider him abusive.
"What do you mean, Spe?"
"Every night! Suzuka always talks in her sleep about how rough you are! At how your GIRTHY training schedule would choke her throat!!"
"Wait, was it that hard? Suzuka never said anything to me, though…"
Suzuka's face burns bright red. Steam rises from her face, and sweat beads build up all over her body. She knows damn sure what Special Weight is talking about, and there's absolutely no way she can tell ANYONE about that. Especially not the young man himself.
"Suzuka, if my training menu is too hard, then just say it. I can create something better."
"N–N—N—No!! It's not that!! It's–It's—It's—!!"
"You have to say it, Suzuka!! You can't suffer alone anymore!! Tell him how much you have suffered from his LONG training!"
"Spe!! Please stop!! That's enough!!"
In an attempt to save herself from more embarrassment, Suzuka sprinted toward her roommate to shut her up. The chestnut uma put her arms above and below her friend's head so she would have a hard time talking, effectively putting her in a chokehold.
"Please consult me first before talking about stuff like that!!"
"Suzuka!! Can't…!!! Breath…!!!"
"It's embarrassing!!"
Suzuka was so deep in the embarrassment sea that she tuned out her roommate's words. She is choking the fatty so hard that the glutton's face starts turning blue.
"Suzuka… Please… Can't…"
"Moooo!! We need to have a talk in private about this!!"
Before the fatty could say anything, she was dragged away by the orange Uma Musume to Goddesses know where. The fatty was still in the chokehold as she was being dragged away, so no noise came out of her.
"I think you need to go after them, Air Groove."
"Mmmhh…"
Suzuka is Air Groove's best friend, but the reason she is here wasn't for her. It was for the young man. Air Groove had failed to take a sniff of him during the football match, and she intends to do that now. She can meet Suzuka anytime she wants, but the young man is a different story.
"I would love to, but–"
"Ah! Sorry about this, but Special Weight might die if I don't do this!!"
*SMACK*
The young man does something anyone shouldn't do to a horse or an Uma Musume: smack their butt. Smacking their butt is basically one free ticket to a kick on the head, and only a few can survive an Uma Musume kick to the head. The other reaction that might occur once someone smacks an Uma Musume in the butt is what the young man was looking for: running.
"YES, DADDY DARLING!!"
The vice president ran with all her might.