in a small town in Paris, Marc Anciel and Nathaniel Kurtzberg, a young couple, both go to Francoise Dupont Middle School, a public Middle School.

Marc and Nathaniel’s relationship was adorable and puppy love-related, they were both boyfriends and best friends at the time, they hugged, held hands, sat together, hung out, made comics, but due to their shy nature, they can’t take themselves seriously and start laughing uncontrollably everytime they try to say/do something slightly flirty or conventionally romantic, they do kiss but it’s only small pecks on the cheek or on the lips, whenever they do kiss, Nathaniel has to stand on his tippy toes a bit due to their height difference.

now it was a Saturday morning, Marc and Nath decided to go play soccer but only Marc was interested because Nath did not like soccer at all, however he always supported Marc whenever he played.

Marc was dragging Nath by the hand towards the soccer field at their school.

Nathaniel: Marc, i really don’t see the point in coming here, it’s Saturday, we could just finish our comic.

Marc: you don’t have to play, Nath, you could just watch me instead, we can finish our comic later!

Nath just sighed and allowed himself to be dragged, once they made it there, Nath sat down on the bench while Marc looked at him with confusion written on his face.

Marc: why don’t you like soccer anyway?

Nathaniel: i really don’t see what’s so great running around chasing a ball and what if i hurt my hand? i wouldn't be able to draw comics anymore.

Marc: Nath, you play soccer with your feet, your hands will be fine and it's fun, you'll see, soccer is all about bicycle kicks, marseille turns, rainbow kicks and since you like stories so much, just wait, a good game is full of exciting twists and turns, like a good manga!

Nathaniel: well, i’d still rather be working on our comic.

Marc: you are no fun! just one game, pleaseee?