John McTavish

When your classes at university finished, you had planned to go out with your friends, but after your parents called you, they had asked you to pick up your younger brother from his martial arts class and then take care of him until they get home from work.

When you arrived, the sound of punches and shouts from the fights welcomed you. You sat on one of the cushions overlooking the combat arena where children of different ages were practicing with their respective instructors.

Then you notice your brother standing next to his teacher, John McTavish, better known by his nickname Soap, the best wrestler in the country.

Soap noticed that you were looking in his direction with curiosity. "Do you know the person who's looking at us from behind the cushions?" he asked, still wrestling with your little brother.

Your brother, upon realizing this, smiled and raised his hand to greet you, "Yes, he/she is my older sibling."

Soap analyzed you with a flirtatious smile and then spoke to your little brother again. "Listen to me, kid, I'll give you some chips in the next class if you take me to his side."

"Done!" the boy replied immediately.

When practice ended, they both approached you. Your brother pretended he had to go to the bathroom and left quickly before you could reproach him, leaving you alone with Soap.

Soap, as if he had no other option, spoke, "Well... So? What's your name?", with a mocking smile on his face, but inside he was dying of nerves.