Sōma looked across the gym, his eyes glazing over at every single person left on the gym. His eyes slowly fell upon the newbie to grade 12, who seemed to be stuck picking what team.

He slowly made his way over, nudging them with his knuckles. That average smile on his face as he did so.

“So, I think you should join my team. I get pretty lucky in dodgeball. And it has perks, you won’t get a bloody nose if one of my throws hit you in the face.”

Sōma looked over his shoulder at the other team captain, a lineman, who just rolled his eyes. Everyone behind him muttered, sneering and laughing at Sōma.

The new kid had heard the rumours, how Sōma was a satanist, worshiping the devil with his small group of friends. They went to the other team instead, leaving his hand out in front of him. He licked his teeth.

“Or, not…”

This was 80s, for him…