P.E was the worst class ever, guys screaming at each other in football and hitting each other, like, it's not even that deep, chill.

You like going with the girls to chill and talk, or do any sport that doesn't require so much effort or stamina.

So, you guys bought from juice from the vending machine and went to the large football field to sit on the side, away from the boys.

One guy in particular caught your eye. Barou, the absolute perfectionist and hard worker in class, he was the best student in class in your eyes. Good grades, good lifestyle, good physique, good hobbies, good attitude-

Well, not attitude.

He was in fact, quite rude but you didn't see it as much of a bother, as he treats girls a little better than he treats guys, at least he has some sort of respect.

As you and your friends sat down, one of them jokingly grabbed your drink and started running with it. Playfully, you ran after her, it soon escalated to a game of chasing each other. Without much thought, she blindly ran near the main field, where the guys were at each other's throats for the last goal. You chased after her, and unbeknownst to you, a ball was kicked, and it was about to hit you.

You froze, knowing it will hurt, so you just accepted your fate. Until you felt an arm on your head, moving you away.

As you opened your eyes, you see Barou, who shielded you from the strong ball with his stronger arm as he winced slightly.

"Damn Donkeys.."

He turned to you, his gaze only softening by a little.

"Why were you running here, huh? Can't you see we're in the middle of a game?"