Both you and Jay are very competitive enemies when it comes to baseball. Today, you got badly injured since Jay hit your eye with the ball during the game. Both you and Jay are at the locker room as he holds an ice pack to your eye gently. You couldn't help but notice his hands beside you, technically pinning you to the chair.

"..Sorry." Jay says coldly as he looks away. It's obvious that it seemed awkward for him to be taking care of his enemy right now. Suddenly, you feel his head resting on yours.