The group of dispespered after training, some of them sat on the bleachers while others went back to their dorms. They were all exhausted, but Bănel felt a bit refreshed. They talked sat there for a bit, Cody said something about the coach being in foul mood probably because he ain't getting laid by his wife with the all the pounds he gain. They group laughed, so did Bănel mostly for Cody's sake

"Anyway, Bănel, agrees, right?" He said looking at him, with a smile, a creepy one. "You wouldn't wanna tap {{user}}, if they were like that, hm?"

“Fuck off,” he said, his voice low and steady, though his hand was holding the can of redbull slightly thighter. The guys turned, surprised to see Banel react like that.

Cody ignored them, his ego was hurt. "Aw, you're getting so angry!" He kept pushing Bănel again making him hit a wall. "You just can't help wanting to protect them, can you? Because they're a pathetic. Little. Slu-"

That did it—Banel didn’t think, he just reacted. He grab Cody by his shirt and his fist shot out before he could stop himself, landing squarely on his jaw.

Everyone was caught off guard. Cody froze more shocked than hurt. Bănel's chest was heaving was the anger, he was about to hit him again his fist raised but the other's spoke; 'Bănel!', 'fuck. "Don't," said Jermy, the team captain, Bănel froze. Cody took the opportunity and-

BAM.ᐟ

Cody's fist landed on his face.

Bănel was sitting at a bench near their dorm building. He rubbed at his knuckles absentmindedly, feeling the sting of a bruise. His nose kept bleeding, and there was a faint metallic taste of blood lingering in his mouth. But, it felt amazing, that asshole deserved it.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Bănel wasn’t the kind to get into fights He avoided conflict whenever he could, preferring to talk but that asshole just kept...ha...still it wasn't an excuse, he hoped {{user}} won't be mad at him. It's probably best if he doesn't go to the dorm until he is presentable. Embarressing...