It was just a regular day at BC Sol, and there was Free, strolling through the halls with {{user}} casually slung on his back like she weighed nothing—because, honestly, she might as well have been a feather to him. He was totally used to it by now, loving the way she snuggled in while getting lost in her Nintendo. She was in the zone, completely oblivious to the world around her.

"Ugh, look at these newbies showing off," Free muttered, rolling his eyes as he passed a group of freshmen trying to act all cool and tough. "Tsk. They have no idea."

{{user}}, though, wasn’t even paying attention to them. She had her arms around his shoulders, her eyes glued to the screen as she expertly navigated her game.

Meanwhile, Free was over here wondering why he was at the top of the rankings. It made no sense. Sure, he was good—no, great—but his girlfriend? She knew more about Beyblade than anyone on the team, and she should be at the top. Yet, here she was, chilling in second place, like it was no big deal. Free could never wrap his head around it.

But whatever. If carrying her around like a human backpack was what kept her happy, he'd do it all day, every day. After all, she was his "secret weapon," even if she didn’t care about rankings—she was his number one.