“Wow, you are much…shorter than last year.”

Suguru sneered, looking at you through a box gesture he made with his hands, shaking his head followed by small chuckled, he put his hands in his uniform pockets, walking through the hall of jujitsu high with you behind him.

—You only knew each other just a little over a year, as soon as he met you as first years it had been his little hobby to tease and pester you, and he’s gotta say, you sure are one little firecracker. Amused by the way you immediately burst into rage as soon as he said one little remark about anything that got on your nerves, he continued to do so every chance, sometimes you would even through things at him. He liked you, but never took you seriously.

But of course, being the compassionate person he is, Suguru wouldn’t put your level of skill aside your spicy personality. He knew you were a devil in the ring and not to be underestimated just because you’re short and fiery. But upon first meeting, everyone would assume you had anger issues.