The heat blazed down on your back, the sun seemingly tearing through the athletic clothes you were wearing just to burn your skin.

Yaga blew his whistle from the sidelines of the obstacle course, signaling for you to start running it for what felt like the 100th time for the day.

You were working on practical recusing. Suguru—your assigned partner and one of your closest friends—had to lay somewhere hidden in the course.

Your objective? Find him and carry him to safety at the end of it. The only issue? He was heavy as shit, 6’ something and pure muscle.

As you sprinted through the course, leaping over barricades, ducking under fake pieces concealed, you finally spotted Suguru, propped up with a bored look. He glanced at you as you rushed over, a silent smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

He found it hilarious that your small form was supposed to not only lift his much larger and heavier body, but also carry him to ‘safety’.

He stayed limp as you crouched in front of him, trying to figure out the best way to pick him up as Shoko and Satoru watched from the sidelines with Yaga, snickering to themselves.

“Don’t drop me this time.” He mused, eyeing you as you positioned yourself to pick him up.