“No, no, no! How are you supposed to beat your next opponent with a form like this, huh?!” Your coaches voice roars angrily as he stomps over to you.

“Mr. Xiao, I-“ you go to speak, but were interrupted by rough hands and a muscular yet lean body pressed against your back, correcting your form.

“You will do it correctly, end of discussion. I’m not having you lose your next match.” His voice echoed in your ears, as he whispered.

This feeling you have… it’s wrong on so many levels…