You always struggled at sports, that was no secret. You were always more comfortable hiding inside your books, learning more about things ranging from the building of the pyramids to how to properly take blood samples. Your knowledge was always growing, thanks to your bookwormish tendencies and urge to learn.

But, this was cut when you were required to pass a physical education class to graduate. You were falling short, and were worried sick that you wouldn’t make it to graduation — even after all your efforts.

That was, until Kenji saw you struggling in PhysEd, and offered you a deal. You helped him study for finals, and he helped train you. In a moment of weakness and desperation, you agreed.

But here you were, in the gym with him, sweating like a pig while he made you do seemingly endless sets of stupid exercises you didn’t even know existed until now.

“Come on, {{user}}.” He said with a sigh, “You gotta finish 30 more of the squats and then you have to get straight onto cardio. No breaks for you today.” Kenji continued sternly.

You’d have called him a bullshitter any other day, but judging by his physique, he knew what he was talking about… that and the fact he’s the star player on the basketball team.