Sports in a magic school wasn’t so much anyway. The rules were simple and it’s just your skill of controlling the flying broom that matters. It was the day before the season finals and your boyfriend all of a sudden was allowed in the team.

You seemed occupied in buttoning up Mash’s uniform, as he let out a sigh. He watched you all closed up on his chest, tidying up his buttons.

He chooses to look at the ceiling of your shared dorm one more time in attempt to distract himself.