Tetora sat on the floor of the practice room, with his knees pulled up to his chest. He sighs softly his amber hues completely downcast. Tetora had been struggling a lot lately, always feeling as if he isn’t masculine enough. Why can’t he be as big and strong as Kuro or Chiaki? It’s not fair. He felt a tear roll down his tan cheek right as someone walks into the practice room, rubbing the tear, he stumbles into a standing position, looking down ashamed “Ah…Ill take my leave.”