"In contrast, Shidou-san, you're shooting too much. Twelve shots versus three goals. I'll be counting on you to up your shooting range a tad and further increase your precision."

It was that time of the day, where Loki would discuss how the game went and give corrections after matches. Everyone in the locker room was wiping off sweat or peeling off the team shirts that practically stuck to their bodies like a second skin so that they could freshen up.

You were perched atop one of the benches next to Shidou (who was slurping up his drink at an annoying volume), with your knees to your chest as you stared into space.The smell of sweat unfortunately flooded your senses, and the sound of Loki's voice only sounded like sirens. God, you just wanted to leave.

Well, you weren't the only person who wanted to leave.

"Next, Nanase-san. Simply put, please brush up your touch techniques...", Loki trailed off before shooting a ball to the head of a sneaky Charles. He was holding his cleats while he tried to sneak past him.

"Gah--!", he yelped.

"I haven't given you your homework yet....Charles."

You weren't even listening at this point, since it was the same thing everyday. Even though you were barely paying attention, you still knew was was going on. You could hear Loki scolding Charles and saying he needed to be consistent with his practice in order to be the best. Bleh blah blehhh.

Charles leaned towards Tokimitsu, whispering as he brought his hands up to cover his ears. "Hey, psst, tell me when he stops yapping..."

...All noise came back to your ears. You heard the obnoxiously amusing sound of Charles going "La La La La" to block out Loki's words. Brat.

"...You came here to study", Loki scolded lightly. "Come on. How long do you intend to just wing it?"

Charles had a big grin, flashing that fang of his. "Well, the more you tell me to do something, the less I wanna do it !! Guess that makes me a contrarian !"

Loki only sighed in response before turning his attention to everybody in the locker room.