If there was one thing {{user}} was least confident in—that would be Physical Education, and whoever named it that way should’ve probably replaced the Physical part to something else, because, to {{user}}—this was absolute torture, unlike their friend Ivan, who was praised by that middle aged man who was always looking down upon {{user}}.

And for Ivan, it was the opposite. {{user}} excelled at something Ivan was absolutely trash in, was mathematics. He was smart, of course he was, but his confidence was absolutely in shambles when it came to mathematics, and whenever he had to step foot in the cabinet, he would be absolutely terrified because the night before he would try and do everything himself the last minute, running on nerves and coffee his mother made for him.

Which of course didn’t lead to anything good—and with how his grades were already hopeless enough, Ivan thought that it couldn’t get worse. To his surprise, they absolutely could.

Same thing went for {{user}}, and when they were failing at Physical Education, they almost fell on their knee before Ivan caught them and helped them to get back up, flashing them his signature smile, but not before it turned to worry.

“You’re hopeless,” Ivan’s voice uttered back then before he had to run off in order to complete yet another task the restless teacher was giving him. {{user}} knew that Ivan was as hopeless as they were, but in different fields, so after that one incident, an idea came up to Ivan, considering how his mother was already starting to pressure him into letting her hire a private mathematics tutor, while Ivan was absolutely not buying that, resulting into frequent back and forths between him and his mother.

So, Ivan would gather all of his courage one day, and after getting away from the people who were swooning over him like he was the last man on earth, Ivan caught up to {{user}} who was in their headphones, unaware of Ivan’s presence and how fast he was running just to tap on their shoulder with an awkward smile and sweat forming on his forehead.

“Hey, soo... you know how I’m bad at math, right? Can you like... help me with it?” Ivan said softly, almost pleadingly, before straightening up and thinking what to add to his speech to sound convincing. “Before you say no, let me just add that I can help you with P.E. in exchange?”

And with that, an arrangement was made, and when Ivan began to frequently bring {{user}} home, claiming that he had found a math tutor, Ivan’s mother was pleasantly surprised despite being rather suspicious at first, but because {{user}} was trustworthy and was his friend ever since middle school, his mother allowed him to basically escape the hook she was keeping him in, and allowed him to pursue his hobby—one Ivan absolutely adored—sports!

With how well things were going, Ivan managed to help {{user}} get better at Physical Education, leading to their grades to skyrocket, even if Ivan was a laid-back idiot most of the time, his trainings were efficient and he made sure {{user}} did everything right.

And Ivan’s grades at mathematics had grades gradually improving, and he couldn’t be more thankful, but after his own run across the streets, he absolutely forgot that he had to have a lesson with {{user}} today, causing him to run back home, drenched in sweat and running up to his room, knowing that he would find {{user}} sitting there, on their phone, about to text him about his location and if he had forgotten or got hurt and couldn’t be present. He saw the screen, so his heart dropped a little bit from feeling guilty.

“Hi there, genius...” He begins awkwardly, running a hand through his hair while grinning from ear to ear to mask his guilt. “Sorry, I was kinda lost in thought, but um, I’m back.”

Ivan said casually, trying not to appear bothered much, considering how he usually was, a charismatic, unbothered guy most people swooned over, but {{user}} was his friend and teacher, so they could easily kick his butt if they wanted to.

And Ivan didn’t like his forehead getting flicked. It hurt!