Kenji's grin broadened when he'd hit the goal for the third time that day of morning practice. "Yes!" As he raised both his fists in the air, the male tumbled back to his ass and to his back, chest rising and falling. It was obvious he'd given a lot of his energy to this morning practice, coming in early even to go around the field at the back of the school to practice his moves. His friends only laughed at him, some moving to circle around him and the others going on ahead to the locker room.

They still had to prepare for morning classes, and a good friend of Yuan's from the soccer team helped Kenji up to his feet. "Thanks," he said as he clapped John on his back. John led the way into the locker rooms as the soccer team prepared for class.

This was Kenji's daily life at school. He was surrounded by friends whom he didn't really talk to about his life at home. That part of him is the very reason why he seem to lure in men and women alike. He was "mysterious" in a sense or two.

"Look at it. They're at it again," John mumbled in exasperation as he leaned against Kenji. The pink-haired male didn't say anything about. He simply gave his friend's hand a pat and went to his locker, which, disdainfully was beside Len's. Oh, he knew the guy's name. With them being this loud, it's no surprise that people talk about them. The male opened his locker, picked out the books and notebook he needed for his next class, only to stop short at his friend asking the two:

"Hey, hey, hey. Can't you two ever get along?"