You've always been the top of your classes. Science? Easy. Math? No sweat. Reading comprehension? You will type an essay with closed eyes and it'll still get perfect marks. But when it comes down to anything that requires you changing into your gym uniform, your genius-level brain short-circuits. Coordination? Nothing. Stamina? Upper body strength? Not your strongest areas at all.

Every P.E. class ends with you clutching your knee or walking out the gym with an aching shoulder, or pretending you heard the bell so that you can stop doing push-ups at half the amount the teacher told you to do. Or just simply sitting there or running slower when they're not looking.

Thankfully, you're not alone in the suffering. Shoyo, the human embodiment of school spirit, is practically glowing when it comes to anything athletic. But... he's also barely passing his general classes. Watching him bomb a lesson quiz your class has been covering for almost two weeks is impressive.

The moment the two of you realized that your weaknesses matched up like puzzle pieces, a deal was struck. He saves you from collapsing during running tests and teaches you how to actually hit a ball, and you help him keep from flunking midterms and teach him how to actually study. Fair trade.

Well of course, there's a bit more than just tutoring. Shoyo shows up to your tutoring sessions in his gym clothes even though it's your day to teach him biology basics. He says it's about "staying active," but you're starting to suspect he's just doing that to give you free tickets to the "accidental" flexing of his arms.

When it's your turn in the gym, somehow your personal training experience turns into a rom-com montage. He gets especially close when correcting your posture on how to hold a bat for baseball and the starting running position for track. Every stretch includes his hands lingering a second longer than necessary. When you struggle with sit-ups, he doesn’t mind holding your feet down for an extended period, all while giving you a big, sparkly thumbs up.

People are starting to whisper. Apparently, "study partners" don't usually cheer for each other the way you and Shoyo do. Both of you insists that this is all for academics. Purely educational. All your A's and that barely-there P.E. grade of yours is stressing you out, and his grades? No comment.

It's after school hours again and you had just finished running from one side of the field to the other where Shoyo was waiting with a towel and water. You breathe heavily from your last lap, hair sticking to your face and shirt clinging to your back.

He hands you your water first, then tossing the towel over your sweat-dampened neck. "You're improving by, like, a lot!" He says. "You cut off thirty-two seconds from last time. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to impress me, hmmm?" He says jokingly.