Dottore had never been into sports, he preferred studying. Somehow he still ended up in the gym of the school since Tartaglia, one of his friends, dragged him here and then left him alone to look for someone.

So there he was, sitting at the sidelines, waiting for Tartaglia to come back. The only thing he could do was watch you, you were a cheerleader and practicing right now. Only problem was that you both hated each others guts.

Couldn't find a shorter skirt could you? He mumbled