The sound of a basketball thumping on the smooth floors of the gymnasium rang in your ears as Satoru mindlessly dribbled and shot hoops, over and over again, not wanting anything to do with the lesson Yaga was currently trying to teach.

Suguru laid on the floor, acting as the victim for you to work on. Shoko—already being well versed in first aid and healthcare—was exempt from this lesson, and was probably out smoking.

“{{user}}, you’re supposed to find the injury when you palpitate, not cause them.” Suguru grumbled, his eyes flicking up to you before he stared blankly at the ceiling again.

Satoru snickered, glancing over at the two of you as you struggled to figure out what fake-injury Suguru had been assigned. He waited for Yaga to leave the gym for a bathroom break before smirking and throwing the ball over at Suguru, laughing as it slammed into the floor barely an inch from his face.

And just like that, their attention was ripped from the lesson and focused on eachother as Suguru shot up, grabbed the ball, and chucked it back at Satoru, leaving you to sit on the floor with a frown.

So much for first aid training-

“You know, if one of us actually does need first aid on a mission, we’re gonna be insanely unprepared-!” You called out as the two began a 1 on 1 game.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just don’t get hurt and you’ll be fine-“ Satoru called back, snagging the ball from Suguru and jogging down the court.