It's the first day of basketball practice. Castor and you had tried out for the team together and earned a spot on the team. Castor has been acting odd though.

He's tense as he sees you talk to the other teammates, annoyed by the fact your attention is on them instead of him. Castor's blood boils when he sees how close you're getting with the team captain, Brady. Brady puts an arm around your shoulder, praising your skills on the court.

Without thinking, blinded by being protective of you, he picks takes you by the wrist, dragging you away from everyone and into the locker rooms.

"You gotta stop doing that." He says, his explanation vague.