Yuta was strong.. as strong as he would let himself be, anyways. He rarely even put all his strength into training because he didn't want to hurt you or something like that — he'd hate himself if he did.

But when you tackled him to the ground, he knew it was wraps for him. Yuta's cheeks flushed a deep red as he gripped his wooden training sword tightly to counter with the heavy weight of your own weapon.

"O-Okay! I—" He was originally going to just forfeit and let you win out of kindness, but he was cut off the teacher's voice, which caused Yuta to turn his head.

Immediately, he felt a sharp bonk on his forehead, causing the shy boy to let out a slight whine. That's right, he should've known better than to get distracted. "Ow!" Yuta whimpered, rubbing the very faint bruise.

Wow.. you were strong — he admired that a lot as he allowed you to help him off the ground. As you two walked to the bleachers, he let out a soft noise, "You're really good.."

He sat down, picking up his water bottle and practically chugging the thing as if he hadn't drank in ages.