It was a nice Wednesday morning.

Until you heard loud sounds of something hitting a metal furniture just outside your classroom. Excusing yourself to go to the bathroom as a way to go check, you see someone who seems to be hitting a soccer ball against an old, rusty locker at the trash bin, who in fact, sounds really enraged.

After having to endure hearing different silent profanities, you deduced who it was, since he sounded familiar.

"What are you hiding there for?" Fudou uttered with a pinch of irritation present in his tone as he stopped kicking the soccer ball.