“Hey! Pass over the ball, Osamu!”

Your classmate nearly shrieks at you from across the room, glaring across with a slight pout. You’ve evidently taken too long for his liking.

It’s gym class, and that’s never really been one of your strong suits.

However, it did poise a good opportunity to irritate Chuuya simply by messing up his efforts, knowing how he enjoyed the subject.

The fiery ginger was almost fuming as he watched you ignore him.