you'd overheard that the basketball team had lost. again. and, as punishment, the coach was having them help out the theatre kids... instead of practicing.

it felt like some kind of punch to the gut. you figured they already disliked theatre kids, why did they have to dislike them more? plus couldn't they spend their time practicing instead?

you've got your mind racing, being so upset you don't even notice your circumstances until someone taps your shoulder. you look to see suguru, one of the only players that didn't bully the theatre kids.

"you're going to rub your hands raw," he says, pointing to how you're scrubbing the prop. your hands have turned red and are starting to hurt from rubbing the sponge and soap into them.