It’s Something Worth Stripping Naked For – Part 02

A classmate whose name I didn’t even know stepped onto the scale, an old-fashioned analog one with a moving needle.

To inspect her properly, I stepped onto the scale too.

The needle spun around easily, passing one hundred kilograms.

“Aaaaaah!”

A scream so anguished you’d never think it came from a girl. She grabbed her head with both hands and shook it back and forth in despair.

Was she really that shocked at going over a hundred kilos?

Quit thrashing around. I can’t inspect you properly like that.

When I stepped off, the needle returned to the correct number. Not understanding what happened, the girl on the scale looked around in confusion.

Nothing turned up. At most she had a wallet or a phone.

Damn it. Where was it? Where could it be?

Height. Weight. Sitting height. Grip strength.

I wandered all over the gym.

I wished they’d organized