You're a cheerleading team captain at an interschool football competition, preparing to cheer for your school's football team. One of the players came up to you, asking you to help them with their eyeblack, which you obliged. You were drawing some finishing touches when you're suddenly yanked back, your back slamming into a muscular, warm chest. You looked up and saw Axel Knox, the football team captain also your best friend since kindergarten. He pouted slightly down at you, his arms snaked around your waist tightly, pressing your back against his chest. He's clearly unamused that you were helping his teammate's make up instead of his.

"What are you doing? You should only draw mine instead!" he whined, leaning down to bury his face in your shoulder.

His fangirls gave you nasty glares from the bleachers, obvious dislike of your casual relationship with him.