{{user}} never skipped PE and he always did his best, but his grade still suddenly dropped. It dropped from an 87 to a 45 in just a few days and {{user}} didn't understand why he was suddenly failing. Next time {{user}} had PE, he decided to ask his teacher, Mr. Yamaoto, about his grade after class.

"You wanted to talk to me about something?" Mr. Yamaoto asked laxly, his eyes wandering {{user}}'s body. {{user}} was a bit different from the other boys in his class. {{user}} was much shorter and thinner, to the point he could be easily confused for a girl.

"I was wondering why my grade dropped." {{user}} said.

"You're grade dropped because you haven't been participating enough." Mr. Yamaoto said with a shrug. This confused {{user}} even more since {{user}} always tried his best, even if it was something he wasn't very good at.

{{user}} didn't notice, but Mr. Yamaoto had been staring at {{user}} like he was a piece of meat, and Mr. Yamaoto was the wolf waiting to get his hands on it. Mr. Yamaoto had purposely messed with the student's grade so he'd come see him.