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Gym Class Heroes, was like a band or something a million years ago. From what Kit grasped, they sucked. Still, she had to respect their hustle, it was a special kind of name, it was something that Kit considered herself to be. A Gym Class Hero. She wasn’t the strongest, but she was fast! Sonic fast, sometimes, but she’d learned long ago that you couldn’t be a Sonic fan. Sonic fans were weird, and needed to be contained, quarantined, and isolated. Kit was something [i]far[/i] more cultured; Kit was a huge fan of shōnen anime, such as Naruto. Still, Kit had an image to uphold, and she couldn’t just run with her arms thrown out behind her like some kind of savage; the internet would roast her. And she certainly couldn’t have that, she was going to be a superstar, you know; someday. She just had to start having a presence first, but it wasn’t easy!

[color=7fc19e][i]Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, gym class hero![/i][/color]

Kit was a gym class hero because she was [i]nimble[/i]. On days such as this: dodgeball day, Kit was a valuable asset to any team. She knew the ins and outs of this game, and that made her a [i]hero[/i] of the day. Kit could dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge with the best of them. She was a queen! What she lacked in power, she made up for in speed.

And she had experienced hands. You know, from stuff.

[color=7fc19e][i]Wait, what am I doing again? Oh yeah, teams.[/i][/color]

Kit looked out at the collection of students in front of her, and nodded to herself. It was Wednesday, which meant three things. Getting stoned in the janitor’s closet while listening to Stevie Nicks before lunch, ingest pizza with homemade toppings, and three: dodgeball day. Kit was the best at dodgeball, which is why she was one of the lucky two: the team captains. In fact, it was Kit’s turn to choose! But she was possibly too high for this.

It was hard to choose! There were a lot of students that were good at dodgeball, but Kit liked to pick friends. The problem? The purple haired protagonist didn’t have many friends… 

Hana didn’t exactly [i]hate[/i] gym, she just thought it was ultimately kind of pointless for someone like her. Sure it had its purpose - especially for those who got winded during warm-ups - but she was on the softball team and would probably have made captain if she didn’t resign and ensure only one person saw her in that uniform ever again. But she was presently a cheerleader and given her history of athletics, she didn't feel she had to try hard in gym class. The fact that she was instrumental in the softball team going to state last year should have guaranteed an ‘A’ for the rest of her high school life. 

After warm ups, stretches and the laps, Hana typically went off to the side and bounced a ball whenever the teacher looked in her general direction; on days when the cart of balls wasn’t available she sat near the bleachers or else walked casually around the gym floor. She was someone now, by association, didn’t that entitle her to not having to try hard in gym class? Today was dodgeball day and she was not exactly a fan of it; not that she couldn’t throw the ball well - she was a shortstop and constantly threw balls to first base - but because it was a bit barbaric and she had already had her morning fill of physical stimulation. A dodgeball was impersonal and she required a firmer touch. 

Hana was thus standing near the back wall, completely uninterested in the goings on with the dodgeball game. She was regretting leaving her phone in her gym locker, at least then she could’ve passed the time by texting a certain someone. Now she was just going to have to watch dodgeball for an hour. 

The dodgeball game was, (un)fortunately on a hang up. Coach had made a clear mistake when he’d decided that one of the team captains would be Kit Thomas. The girl was staring at her students as if she’d never seen them before in her life. The Coach checked his watch, and groaned. Had they seriously been waiting for the [i]first[/i] pick of the day for the past two minutes?

To make matters worse, it didn’t seem like Kit’s mind was going to start focusing anytime soon. She had found someone that was interesting, though, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember the girl’s name… She was Korean, and she wore that necklace, and Hailey had seemed particularly interested in her during their first period.

But she couldn’t, for the life of her, remember the girl’s name!

Well, that wasn’t [i]completely[/i] true, Kit knew that it was [i]the[/i] Vanilla Sunrise. The girl who wrote smutty stuff and played Final Fantasy and was really good at both of those things. Kit wanted to hang out with her! But how was she going to pick without knowing her name!?

[b]“Thomas! Let’s get a move on, it’s been like five minutes. Is [i]every[/i] choice gonna be like this? You won the right to be captain, but I’ll take it away from you!”[/b]

[color=7fc19e][b]“What?! Coach, don’t rush me! I’m just a girl.”[/b][/color] Kit whined, before her back straightened up slightly, and she reaffirmed the staring at Hana. Finally, she gave up and pointed at the girl standing off on her own. [color=7fc19e][b]“I choose Hailey Green’s pet.”[/b][/color] That was the only thing she could remember that wouldn’t involve blowing her cover! This elicited some snickering from the class, and a sigh from the coach as he gestured at Hana Park.

[b]“Park! Get over. Congrats. You have the unique honor of being picked first by the esteemed Captain Thomas, who thinks no one knows.”[/b]

[color=7fc19e][i]Time to make a friend![/i][/color]

On second thought it might’ve been better that her phone was back in the locker room otherwise it would’ve now been dropped onto the hardwood flooring. She wasn’t even standing in line and so figured she was immune from being selected and yet it wasn’t even her name that was called but apparently her new title. Sure, the members of Hailey’s table knew of Hana’s position, but the only ones Hana could see that were part of that table were herself and the one who had picked her, which now meant her gym class - her [i]entire[/i] gym class plus the teacher were now privy to such information. 

The kicker was that Hana knew Hailey would have been quite happy with how embarrassed Hana was in front of the class. Besides, it wasn’t like what ‘Captain Thomas’ said was wrong and Hana wasn’t ashamed about what she was or who she was with, but the embarrassment would be the same even if someone had just called out ‘Henry Green’s latest booty call’ or ‘Shauna Flynn’s latest victim’. That embarrassment was why Hana was shaking her head and trying to stay out of the game, but there were only so many times a gym teacher could use the whistle and tell Hana to hustle towards the captain before she had to comply. 

[color=ff69b4][b]”I wasn’t playing, you know.”[/b][/color] Hana spoke to Kit with a slightly annoyed voice which didn’t amount to much. [color=ff69b4][b]“You don’t remember my name but you remember [i]that[/i]?”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“I remember your YouTube name! I’m a huge fan. I like the writing more than the YouTubing. Plus, yes I remember that. It’s kinda…”[/b][/color] Kit had to choose her next word carefully. She wasn’t sure if there was something she could say that Hana could possibly relay to Hailey which might end poorly for Kit, but she still had to finish what she was saying. [color=7fc19e][b]“...enticing. It’s the best part.”[/b][/color] Kit explained, while gesturing for Hana to fall in line beside her.

[color=7fc19e][b]“Hey, do you wanna be friends? I think we should be friends.”[/b][/color] Kit asked, before pointing at her second pick. This one? It wasn’t as agonizingly long as the first one. She had the important pick, the rest of it was going to be easy. [color=7fc19e][b]“You can be my co-captain, alright? That way I don’t got no pressure on me and I can just focus on beatin’ these kids.”[/b][/color] Kit could feel her toxicity and salt rising, and a ball hadn’t even been thrown yet.

[color=ff69b4][b]”You don’t even remember my name but you want to be friends? You’re a very odd girl.”[/b][/color] Hana hoped it wasn’t taken as an insult, though if anything it seemed like Hailey was rubbing off on her; that was a bit catty, mildly so, for Hana. [color=ff69b4][b]”Wait...enticing? My relationship status is enticing? I was right, you’re an odd girl.”[/b][/color] What was it about freshmen? Was she like that when she was a Freshman? 

[color=ff69b4][b]”You do know you’re not graded on winning, right? It’s gym dodgeball, you don’t have to try too hard.”[/b][/color] 

Kit reached up and knowingly touched the sapphire heart that dangled on Hana’s neck, flicking it around before she nodded. [color=7fc19e][b]“[i]Yeah,[/i] Hana. Enticing. And yeah, I’m kinda odd. The Doc says I have, uhm ADHD? ADD? I don’t remember which.”[/b][/color] She shrugged, and pointed at her next picks, solidifying and finalizing the teams. [color=7fc19e][b]“And you shut your mouth, winning is [i]all[/i] that matters. If I lose, then they get the glory of winning! Who is that fair for? Not me, that’s who. If we lose, I’m gonna order so much stuff from Captain Cuddles on a night when you work.”[/b][/color] Kit was threatening her, but coming from the tiny girl with purplish hair? It certainly wasn’t [i]intimidating.[/i]

[color=7fc19e][b]“Hey, do you wanna hang out? I’m thinking… tomorrow, after school? Me, you. Video games.”[/b][/color] There, that was friendly, right?

Hana instinctively took a step back and brought her hand up to hold her sapphire choker after Kit had touched it. Was that allowed? For someone else to touch it? Hana didn’t know for sure but the gesture was ultimately harmless. She went on to raise an eyebrow, noting how suddenly her name was Hana and not ‘Hailey Green’s Pet’; maybe the memory had been jostled free now that the embarrassment was over and done with. [color=ff69b4][b]”Are you threatening me with business? I don’t make the food, I just bring it to people.”[/b][/color] If she wanted to spend money, Hana was perfectly willing to throw the game. 

[color=ff69b4][b]”Tomorrow? I..don’t know. I need to ask permission, I think.”[/b][/color] Hana wasn’t sure if she had plans tomorrow, but even if she didn’t and could ‘hang out’ with Kit, her phone would be on like she as a doctor on call. That seemed a fair compromise. 

[color=7fc19e][b]“Trust me, I’d find a way to make it awful and annoying.”[/b][/color] Kit said as Hana shot down her threat involving food. It made sense though, if all she did was deliver the food, then what did she care if Kit ordered a ton of it? Kit watched as the dodgeballs were rolled out, and nodded. [color=7fc19e][b]“I read a doujin about someone who has to ask someone else for permission. It was about sex slaves, dude. ...are you sure you know what you’re getting into? Maybe you should Google it. What’s your number? I’ll send you the doujin, and the little panda extension.”[/b][/color]

Kit gestured for Hana to back against the wall, and waited for the whistle to be blown.

[color=ff69b4][b]“I’m not a slave, I’m her girlfriend.”[/b][/color] Hana protested while backing up against the wall. What kind of sentiment was that? She wasn’t a slave, she wasn’t with Hailey against her will. She liked being with Hailey. She [i]loved[/i] Hailey and she loved it when Hailey showed off her more ruthless side. [color=ff69b4][b]“You don’t understand.”[/b][/color] It almost sounded like the classic defense mechanism of deflection. [color=ff69b4][b]“It’s not like I go around calling her ‘mistress’ or whatever.”[/b][/color] Hana was lingering on the briefest remark from Kit for longer than was probably necessary. 

[color=ff69b4][b]“...Do you think she’d like being called that?”[/b][/color] Hana quickly shook her head as soon as the question left her mouth. [color=ff69b4][b]“Why am I asking you, you don’t know about Hailey and I.”[/b][/color] 

[color=7fc19e][b]“I dunno, I bet she would like that. You’re asking me because I’m clearly way more degenerate. I’ll send you the doujin, okay? Or we can just read it at my house tomorrow. Oh, man, I’m gonna have to tell Min that I’m spoken for tomorrow. That’s okay, I bet she’d rather just suck on Henry anyway…”[/b][/color] Kit shrugged her shoulders. She’d handle Min later, some other time. For now, she had to get ready to WIN. [color=7fc19e][b]“I’ll text mine after class if you’ll text yours.”[/b][/color] There, now there was a set time for when they were going to talk to the ones who could stop them from hanging out.

And then, the whistle was blown, and the games began.

Hana didn’t run for the balls, that was a rookie move and sure enough, the first ones out were the ones who scrambled for the balls but didn’t make it in time. Hana waited until a ball rolled close enough for her to pick up, which she did using a familiar moton from her softball days, and when the ball was in her hand she whipped it towards the other team, and the satisfying thunk of a rubber ball hitting flesh followed. [color=ff69b4][b]“I thought you wanted to play video games. I’m not going to read pornography with you.”[/b][/color] Hana was trying to maintain a conversation while dodging a ball. She was giving an effort, that was bad. 

[color=ff69b4][b]“And I didn’t say I accepted. Hailey has a priority so if she wants us to do something, you’re on your own.”[/b][/color] When she put it like that, it did sound almost like slavery. Of a sort. 

[color=7fc19e][b]“It’s called [i]hentai[/i] and it is [i]art[/i]!”[/b][/color] Kit had to admit: Hana had some moves. She wasn’t bad at dodgeball, but Kit wondered if that would go over to video games too. She had to think it probably did.

While Hana had the ability to throw balls really, really fast, Kit was good at catching them. She liked to stand up near the front and wait for people to throw them and snatch them out of the air. That meant that her team scored a point, basically. [color=7fc19e][b]“Hailey can come too!”[/b][/color] There, the trump card. If Hana wouldn’t come on her own, then she could just bring the angry dark haired girl to Kit’s house and they could figure that out.

[color=ff69b4][b]”Hentai is still pornography. It doesn’t become less porny just because it’s drawn and animated.”[/b][/color] Hana would have rolled her eyes with the response if it didn’t mean taking her eyes off the game. She gestured for a ball from Kit so she could throw it and get another person out. It was somewhat cathartic, throwing the ball at someone in softball for an out was generally frowned upon. [color=ff69b4][b]”I don’t think it’s a good idea to bring Hailey. No offense but I don’t think she would like you. Or your porn. Plus I get the feeling you’d try and get involved.”[/b][/color] 

[color=7fc19e][b]“Gross, don’t flatter yourself! I have eyes for an Asian girl already.”[/b][/color] Kit was just fueling Hana now. They were making a deadly team: Kit caught the balls, tossed them to the softball captain, and then Hana boinked someone in the face. They were [i]decimating[/i] the enemy team! It felt [i]good[/i], and Kit was beaming the whole time. [color=7fc19e][b]“Fine, then she won’t come!”[/b][/color]

 [color=ff69b4][b]“Not from you.”[/b][/color] Hana made sure not to say that loud enough to be overheard, a pithy comment spoken under her breath and capped off with another fastball directly down the middle, popping an opponent under the chin.  [color=ff69b4][b]“Why are you so adamant that we hangout? No friends your own age?”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“Because I want us to be friends so we can stream together and be cool and awesome because you’re cool and awesome and I think you’ll find that I’m pretty cool and awesome, and I think we’d be good together. As a team?”[/b][/color] Kit caught another ball and threw it over to Hana, leaving just them and one last enemy on the field. One ball-less, friendless, lonely, preparing to die enemy.

[b]“Awwww, shit!”[/b]

Hana let Kit deliver the killing blow. It was only fair, Kit was the one who was so adamant about winning; Hana couldn’t have cared less but it was nice to remind people that just because she was Hailey Green’s pet it didn’t mean she was soft. Hana was glad when the game ended though she didn’t share in the excitement from the rest of the team; no one was rushing to pat her on the back for her number of eliminations and she liked it that way. 

 [color=ff69b4][b]”Hold on. What are your actual intentions here? You said hang out, play video games, read pornography, and now you said stream. Is this...are you trying to recruit me for something? I don’t stream, I do guides and videos so I can edit out the downtime.”[/b][/color] Until the teacher dismissed the class, Hana was prepared to simply lean against the wall now that she had almost worked up a sweat. 

Kit was happy that they had secured victory. Of course she was, why wouldn’t she be? She’d fought hard for this, and they’d boosted the team to a win, just like they’d do once they started streaming! Hana, however, seemed intent on frustrating Kit no matter what, and getting out of this anyway possible. Kit had to make her pitch a lot better, or at least more… enticing.

[color=7fc19e][b]“...hold on.”[/b][/color] Kit held up a finger, and ran to the locker room, before she came back, this time holding her phone. [color=7fc19e][b]“Okay, I’m gonna give you my pitch. And you can say yes or no, but if you say no then I’m going to be forced to pull strings.”[/b][/color] Kit warned, holding up her phone and waving it around.

[color=7fc19e][b]“I want us to hang out, and play video games at the same time so I can find out if we get along. Once I know we get along, I want us to be a stream team dream team! I think we’d be super popular. Your smarts and my, uh… stuff?”[/b][/color] There, as fantastic a pitch as ever.

[color=ff69b4][b]”I thought pitches were supposed to be like elevators.”[/b][/color] Elevator pitches were a thing, right? They said it on the shows her sister watched like all the time. [color=ff69b4][b]”That was basically the same thing. What’s the phone for?”[/b][/color] Hana had to raise an eyebrow at that. What, was Kit gonna call her mom and arrange a playdate via Abby’s sister or something? 

[color=ff69b4][b]”I don’t know how popular we’d be, unless you were planning on stuffing your bra and wearing low cut tops. Because I doubt we’ll keep an audience with my dungeon running. Unless I did it with the chat, assuming we even got more than like...two viewers.”[/b][/color] 

Kit looked up with a slight scowl on her face, as angry and as frustrated as she could muster (not very, she looked like a puppy), and held up her phone. [color=7fc19e][b]“Are you really gonna make me do it? ‘Sides, I’m already kinda popular with the communities, you know, and like… so are you. People like you a bunch. And we don’t [i]start[/i] with stuff like dungeon runnin’, we gotta open with us messing around together. Like, I dunno, Borderlands, or Mario Kart, or something co-op. Let the people get to know us!”[/b][/color] Kit had a place in the fighting game community, at least, even if she wasn’t well known in other things. She figured it would bleed over if she started streaming other stuff, too.

[color=ff69b4][b]”Now I know you’re trying to sell me something. You were there yesterday, Hailey’s friends only talked to me because I’m dating Hailey. People don’t like me, they liked what I gave them.”[/b][/color] Hana was especially glad the gym teacher wasn’t around to hear Hana admit to being a drug dealer, former or otherwise. [color=ff69b4][b]”Hailey was the only one who wanted to get to know me for something other than potential discounts. People don’t like me...and I just realized you mean my online audience.”[/b][/color] Hana wanted to go crawl under the bleachers and never be found now that she had started blabbing to a Freshman like she was in a therapist’s office. 

[color=ff69b4][b]”At any rate, I think you’re overestimating my popularity.”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“I think you’re underestimating yourself. Look, look at any popular streamer, [i]ever[/i]. What do they all have? High mechanical and technical, and game knowledge. But what else do they have? Funny, endearing, hilarious personalities! I have one of those things, you have the other. We put them together, and BOOM. Amazing streamer is born. If you want my advice, you should stop pretending to not be a friggin’ [I]NERD[/I] and embrace it, because I bet you’d be a lot hotter if you did.”[/b][/color] While Kit was talking, she was sending out text messages now, no longer looking Hana in the eye. [color=7fc19e][b]“Nerdy girls are so in, just embrace it. You should be shillin’ hard. Hustle.”[/b][/color]

[color=ff69b4][b]”I don’t have a funny, endearing, or hilarious personality.”[/b][/color] Hana’s sense of humor was so very obviously tailored to the nerd audience given how easily she took the easiest joke possible. It didn’t help that she didn’t crack a smile after it, but the humor was implied. In any duo she settled firmly in the straight man position. [color=ff69b4][b]”The only person I care who thinks I’m hot already thinks I am. No offense, but it’s not you I need to impress.”[/b][/color] 

[color=7fc19e][b]“Uh-huh.”[/b][/color] Kit looked up with an undeniably smug grin on her face, before her phone started to ring. She held it out with her hand toward Hana. [color=7fc19e][b]“It’s for you.”[/b][/color] Though there was no contact information to go along with the number on the screen, Hana most likely knew who it belong to. [color=7fc19e][b]“Better answer fast. From what I’ve been told, she doesn’t like waiting.”[/b][/color]

Hailey.

[color=ff69b4][b]”How do you have the num…”[/b][/color] Hana didn’t have time to question it, there was only one person she knew who had a thing against being made to wait. If the ringer went off twice it was probably too long. [color=ff69b4][b]”Hello...Hailey?”[/b][/color] 

[color=922b2b][b]“Hana, please explain to me why Daddy is texting me to tell me that his therapist slash best friend’s younger brother is texting my mother to text him to tell me that you won’t go play video games with a little girl who has, for some reason, purple and blue hair.”[/b][/color]

Hana could not believe the nerve of Kit. Hana had every intention of bringing it up with Hailey later, in person, and now Hailey was probably annoyed - and not annoyed at Kit but annoyed at her. At Hana. As much as it might have been ideal, Hana vastly preferred a happy Hailey to one that was probably now considering if keeping Hana around was worth it. [color=ff69b4][b]”I didn’t think she would go to this trouble. There’s a freshman in my gym period who wants to...I dunno...be friends with me or something but I told her we might have something planned tomorrow. Do...do we have something planned tomorrow?”[/b][/color] 

[color=922b2b][b]“Well, I don’t particularly have anything in mind. You might as well take the day off — it’s going to be your first weekend with me, you know. Very exciting. Very exhausting, for reasons. So I’d relax. Besides, Daddy assures me she’s… well, the exact wording he used was ‘okay in small dosages.’ Please don’t make my parents have to text me.”[/b][/color]

It was hard to tell if it was relief or disappointment in Hana’s expression upon hearing the news but either way she had heard what she needed to. [color=ff69b4][b]”Then I guess I’ll see you this weekend. Sorry you had to go through the trouble.”[/b][/color] Hana gave a quick look around the gym, but only Kit was in earshot. [color=ff69b4][b]”I love you bye.”[/b][/color] 

Hana passed the phone back to Kit and sighed out. [color=ff69b4][b]”I guess we’re hanging out tomorrow. But...leave your hentai under the bed.”[/b][/color] 

Kit took the phone back, before she put it up to her ear. [color=7fc19e][b]“Thanks. Oh, uh, yeah I can do that. Yeah hold on.”[/b][/color] She pulled it back from her ear, and put it on speaker.

[color=922b2b][b]“I love you too. Please play nice; you could use some friends that you didn’t get from unsavory activities.”[/b][/color]

[i]Then[/i] the phone hung up, and Kit had a smug look on her face… though it quickly faded. [color=7fc19e][b]“Hey, it’s art! And if you don’t wanna enjoy it, fine. But I [i]so[/i] do [i]not[/i] keep it under my bed. I have the internet!”[/b][/color]