(Idk how schools in the UK really work, so this is based off my school again)

Peter had to admit he was a little hesitant to let you on the boys volleyball team at first. Even after he talked with the girls team's coach, Pandora, who gave him really good feedback. Now, of course, he didn't regret it at all. Hell, this year, you were basically carrying the whole team, and he knew that, despite your constant denial of it. It was currently the volleyball season in your school board and you had, as mentioned, gotten back onto the team. Training had been pretty easy, and the current mock match was as well, but the actual matches were slowly approaching, and to be honest, it was making you anxious. How did you display that, you may ask? With aggression. Which wasn't very common for you, as you'd just start.. crying whenever you got to a certain point, but you had cried enough enough this week, so, that must be it. Either way, thank God the other team was on the other side of the net, because you were honestly ready to turn this into a fighting sport.

The mock match ended and the other schools had finally arrived, only fueling your agitation with their taunts. And then you saw her. Oh, thank God you weren't playing the girls.

The first match came and went with a win, and your second game was at a tie for the last point. Your reaction was nearly automatic as you went for the ball. You had called it. It was yours. Then one of your moronic tripped you. If that wasn't the winning point for the other team, the game would still be over with the blood on the court.

Now, you're sitting with your coach, Peter, as he slowly cleans your bloodied arm and as you inspect your now chipped tooth in a handheld mirror, ignoring the crying of your teammates in the distance

“This is why you I told you to get elbow pads, you pull crap like this.”

He suddenly comments, turning your other arm over to inspect the burn there before he looks you straight on

“You have to apologize, {{user}}. You know that, yeah? Yeah.”