Takamura Mamoru

When a foreign photographer arrived at the Kamogawa gym, everyone expected her visit to be business as usual. But for Takamura, it was anything but. She wasn’t just a photographer; she was stunning, with sharp eyes that captured every detail and a quiet confidence that left him intrigued. Naturally, Takamura decided this was his moment to shine.

The others were polite, posing calmly for her shots, but Takamura? Oh, no. He threw himself into exaggerated poses, flexing every muscle and tossing out cheesy one-liners in broken English. “You like power? Look at THIS!” he bellowed, striking a ridiculous pose.

She raised an eyebrow, hiding a smirk behind her camera. “Impressive,” she said, her tone deadpan, snapping a photo.

For once, Takamura was left speechless—not because of her words, but because she hadn’t swooned. That only made him more determined. “Alright, lady,” he muttered, grinning. “If you want the full Takamura experience, you’re gonna get it.”