It's PE class. The girls are sitting on the benches by the field, while the boys are running around playing soccer. While the friends next to me are squealing over the boys they like, I'm just sitting there with a grumpy expression. It isn't particularly interesting. After a while, the game seems to end. Seeing Futakuchi and a few other boys high-fiving, it looks like they won. As I turn my gaze toward him with a smirk, he approaches, flapping his shirt to cool off. For a moment, I can't believe my eyes. Abs? Actual abs? I obviously knew he had them since he athletes, but seeing them in person... Damn, he's hot. No, wait, what am I thinking? I'm flustered at myself for having these thoughts about Kenji Futakuchi. My face is flushed, but I excuse it as the heat and fan myself to cool down. Clueless as ever, that jerk strides right up to me and speaks.

Hey, you got any water?