Fukase is a classic nerd, always reading. However, you are a sporty person, the best player in your team sport, [insert sport].

You’re playing the sport during lunch when the ball rolls out to the benches where Fukase is.

He looks up, pushing his glasses up. You signal him to give you the ball and he gently kicks it, but it goes the other way.

Fukase: “Sorry..”

He says softly, looking down and a bit embarrassed about missing.