Have you seen my balls? [OPEN]

[thelostone]

Oh how Honda loved physical education…not! He didn't mind this class but he wasn't exactly good at any sort of sport. Plus he's usually one of the last people to get picked for teams. This is why he'd rather be sent off to do some other task like refilling flatten balls or organizing the sport equipment. This was much better than being purposely hit in the face with a dodge ball.

Kiku wheeled in the cart of basketballs to the storage room, where the air pumps were. He passed by other boys gym classes and shortly after the girls gym classes. It was a Friday so everyone was playing their own sport. Some people teamed up and play a friendly game of volleyball while others would rather do simple things like tossing a ball up in the air and catching it. Then pretend to throw it to someone when the coach is looking.

While he was watching some girls play an intense game of volleyball, the cart hit a big bump and the balls fell out of the cart one by one. Some still had air and bounced away while others just rolled a few inches. The Japanese teen sighed as he place the cart right-side up, begin to pick up the nearest balls, and place them back into to cart.

"Now where could the others balls be?" He looked over the gym for orange circular figures.

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Arthur was starting to question the sanity in his actions.

No less than ten minutes before, the bookworm was the epitome of a less than physically active student. He sat on the bleachers; in his left hand, a textbook, and a tennis ball in his right. He’d been reading up on history - non-fiction, which meant that he was connected to reality. He could still hear the unpleasant squeaking of sneakers on the gym floor, and the loud, constant noise of assorted balls hitting the ground. Specifically, he was tallying up the amount of wars that the English had won against the French. (For what reason, he wasn’t entirely certain. Out of boredom, perhaps.)

To kill two birds in one stone, he was tossing a tennis ball up and down in a smooth, one-handed catching rhythm. It was at an easy enough pace that he wouldn’t fumble while reading, and rigorous enough that the teacher most likely wouldn’t give him hell about being “physically inactive” again.

He planned to stay like that for the rest of the period - that is, until a few girls on the other side of the gymnasium motioned for him to join them. Not wanting to be rude, he begrudgingly complied, to find that they were short one person for their volleyball match. Most everyone else was occupied in their own affairs.

How could he refuse?

As he was realizing ten minutes later, it would have been very wise of him to.

These girls were not messing around. They played like savage beasts, sneering at each other while they rocked on their heels, preparing for attack. Perhaps there was a grudge between the members of the two teams; it would explain their blatant hostility. The bookworm’s lack of exercise may have contributed to his fatigue, but he was certain that even when fit as a fiddle, this game would have strained him. Spike after spike eluded Arthur, the ball just inches from his grasp - his stubborn determination was also a contributor, as despite his lack of coordination, he went after it as often as he could.

The Englishman was growing exhausted. His forehead, neck and back were drenched with sweat, and he swayed ever so slightly on his feet from lightheadedness. Thankfully, a god of some sort soon answered his prayers for release. A loud crash resounded in the gymnasium, and as Arthur’s attention was caught, he noticed that a cart of basketballs had been overturned. Many of them were rolling far away from the poor former carrier - one had even rolled far enough to stop at Arthur’s feet.

Salvation.

“Excuse me, girls, I’ll be back in a moment!” He hurriedly picked up the ball and waved off to his team, rushing towards the unfortunate soul who was searching for the misplaced figures. He wobbled as he stood before the student, smiling and taking into account just how much he suddenly needed a drink of water. His breath was coming out in short puffs of air, heart racing.

“Pardon me. Might you be looking for this?”

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((This looks fun, so I'm joining in! =w= Hope you don't mind.))