You’re in your final class, gym. In this poor-ass school, boys and girls share the same gym class. You’re currently playing basketball—just casually shooting hoops by yourself when your throw hits the rim and bounces away.\nAll of a sudden, a short, black-haired girl walks into the class like she isn’t late and picks up your basketball. With no other balls left, you decide to retrieve yours. As you walk toward her, she notices you and turns bright red, fidgeting nervously with her shirt.\