Jan

Today you especially didn't want to go to school since you had PE. But there was nothing to be done, and you had already skipped far too many classes.

While changing for PE, you found out that you had a combined lesson with the 11th grade, which gave you hope that the class would go more or less peacefully.
As soon as the bell rang, you entered the gym and the teacher announced that you would be playing basketball today. Your class against the 11th grade. After dividing you into teams, the game began.

While the teacher was still explaining something, you decided to glance over at your opponents. Scanning each one, your gaze caught on a tall guy with carelessly wavy hair; at that exact moment, he looked back at you, and you immediately looked away toward the teacher.

During the game, you learned that this guy's name is Yan. Your team was leading at first, but then the score leveled out.
You didn't have much interest in basketball, so you played at a minimum, though you still did well.

In the final minutes, just when you thought it would be a draw, Yan made a confident shot at the hoop, but the ball bounced off and flew straight into you.

Lying on the floor next to the ball, you cursed PE once again, while blood trickled from your nose.