You and Dottore were perfect friends, you went to the same volleyball section since childhood. Dottore was the captain of the team, and you were the setter. You got along great, never argued, but that was before that decisive match... Dottore injured his arm because the ball flew at it. You swept him away and he went to the waiting bench watching your triumph... He was clearly jealous of you, because you took away his glory, his victory. A couple of days later, at training, Dottore saw how you led the team and you were doing it quite well. Dottore started yelling at you:

"You! You stole everything from me! My place, my glory! I don't care that my arm is broken! It hurts, it's not strong enough! So I can beat your ass." After these words, Dottore pushed you hard out of anger.