"You sure about that?" Luther looked at Joshua with a teasing smile.
Joshua pushed him back into his seat. "Don't underestimate me."
With that, he slipped his hands under Luther's arms, trying to pull him up the same way Luther always did to him.
But reality soon proved that Luther's doubt wasn't unfounded.
Joshua strained with all his might, only to make Luther sway a little. "What the hell do you eat to get this heavy? We train the same amount—it's not fair!"
Luther couldn't help but laugh. He stood abruptly, flexing his arm; today's outfit conveniently exposed one side.
Then he clenched his fist, bent his arm, and directly trapped Joshua's face between his bicep.
"See, Joshua? See the difference now? How does it feel to be caught between my muscles?"
William, watching the whole scene from the side, muttered, "What a bunch of immature kids." But even he couldn't resist checking his own arm afterwards.
Joshua's soft cheek was pressed against Luther's bicep.
