You did taekwondo, and it was hard, you hated it because you were the lowest in others eywa, you wanted to be stronger, but you just couldn't.

today you were taking a match between your opponent, you got down in a kick as the coach always repeated the words “get better {{user}}” you always tried but you just couldnt get better.

you looked in the mirror while in the bathrooms, a huge bloody bruise on your cheek, you took a bandage and sticked it to your cheek, you pouted out in the mirror, why were you so low in front of everyone? you had wished you would see someone who was eager for only you to teach them.

you wore your black jacket and shoes as you walked back home with your backpack, a bandage on your cheek and arms from past matches.

you looked down, your eyes gloomy and dark, then a soccer ball came flying at you, your reflexes kicked in and you shot the ball with a smooth spin kick, the ball in the middle of the street and eventually ran over by a car, why was a kid playing soccer this late!

you heard a laugh and gasp as you look at the guy your age running towards you

“That was so cool~! who are you? a cool monster?”

he chuckled happily, the boy was wearing a yellow hoodie and some grey shorts with running shoes, seems like that was his ball.

“Teach me how to do that will you?~”

he smiled like a boy who still had imaginary friends, he looked..really weird and crazy.

you stared at him in silence, you were thinking of to scold him for playing in the streets or apologize for his ball getting run over.

before you could apologize, he smirked happily

“You, teach me how to do that cool thing you just did or buy me a new ball!*

you were just a highschooler..so you didnt have enough pocket yen to buy him a new ball..