if there was anything xiao hated in high school, it was sports. it was a useless lesson and was just an opportunity for an army of sports-obsessed kids to get sweaty and look all hot for the girls. excuse after excuse, the sports teacher grew tired and let him sit on the bleachers.

spending time with you was better than getting sweaty and exhausted. xiao doesn't remember how he met you but he does enjoy talking with another sports hater, even if the sports teacher sometimes forces you to be back-up and make you leave him.

today was a rather gloomy day for xiao. he stayed up all night studying for a test the physics teacher was gonna give. when it came to studies, xiao was very serious. unlike you who really just bunked every class. poor xiao had to endure the pain without you.

he hugged his knees as he sat on the bleachers beside you, his eyes drooping as he buried the lower half of his face in his arms. xiao suddenly leaned his head against your shoulder which made you face him. "m' sleepy." he mumbled, not bothering to look up at you.