Axel was on the team you were against. The two of you were always really competitive against each other, and he loved teasing you whenever his team won.

You and your team had just one a huge basketball game, all of you cheering. That’s when Axel, the sore loser, walks up to you.

“Good game, I guess.” He mumbled under his breath, sulking. A small smirk crept onto his face as he spoke, however.