Gym class has never really been one that Hitomi had joined. Sometimes—depending on the activity being played—she would be able to participate, but usually the girl would end up on the sidelines or walk for the class period. At least that was how it was since transferring in to Hope’s Peak. Before she would just have a personal trainer that would make sure she wasn’t overexerting herself, something she had tried to do a couple of times because of determination, though it usually ended with a heavy dizzy spell and being reprimanded.

Today the girls and guys that had gym this hour were sharing the gym due to rain outside. The guys were playing half-court basketball on one side, the girls were playing volleyball on the other. Hitomi sat on the sidelines as she watched the game. The instructor had allowed her to play for a little while, but subbed her out after about ten minutes before going over to talk to the boys’ teacher since the girls class had a pretty good handle on what they were doing. So now here she was, and her attention seemed to be drifting in and out. The shouts all seemed to blend together, both male and female, until it was indistinguishable harmonic discord to the girl’s ears. Because she was now sitting out, she decided to work on training her ear more by picking a voice and deducing where it was coming from. She was able to accomplish finding quite a few, though a couple gave her a little trouble because the voices were so close in speech in pitch and pattern.

Today was another very slow day for Sayaka. She was done with all of her class work, surprisingly, and she hated not being busy. Even her idol friends were busy today! She huffed to herself. She sat in silence for no longer than a minute before rolling around on her stomach. This was one thing she did not like about this school, it had its slow days. She then realized that she had not practiced her dancing in a while! She could always check to make sure the gym was empty...and go there to practice! This sounded like a great idea to her!

She jumped up out of bed and put her phone in her purse before changing into some work out clothes that she could be seen in. Sayaka pulled out her favorite outfit to dance in, which was this pink and black matching outfit. It was a tank tank top with black stripes down the side and the shorts were black with pink stripes down the side. She even had cute matching shoes for this! She had an outfit for just about every occasion to be honest. She tied her hair up in a high ponytail before grabbing a few CDs and her music player. She left a note for her roommate, just in case she were to come back and couldn't get a hold of her, before walking out of the door.

Sayaka hummed a little to herself as she walked down the hallways. She always got excited when it came to dancing and singing! She really hoped the gym was empty! She finally arrived at the gym and to her luck, it was empty. She walked over to the vending machines and got herself a water bottle, just in case she needed it! She then walked inside the gym and found the nearest outlet for her stereo. Sayaka smiled and kept to one corner of the gym. She sat all of her things down and then inserted a CD to the music player. It was of course, one of her own. She switched to an easygoing song at first to give herself some time to warm up. She clenched one hand in a fist as if it was her microphone she was using to sing then counted herself off out loud. "5, 6, 7, 8!" She then pressed play before running back to her so-called space she was using to dance. When the music started blasting, she began dancing and singing quietly to her own song. She stopped singing here and there to smile happily at herself for remembering her routine! 

"Bogatir-kun. Are you alright with that?" Nidai aske, friendly, as with the contact of hands he felt the force inside this guy’s soul. “You should pass into the gym one time, buddy. I think you’ll enjoy it."

"...Что ты только что назвал меня..." He mumbled, completely confused by Japanese honorifics, but nodded anyway as if what he was just called was fine. "Erh, yes.." He mumbled, reaching up to awkwardly scratch at the back of his neck.

Mikan had never been good in gym. Being as clumsy as she was didn't exactly give her any advantages. She would often skip the class, giving the teacher a different note everytime, and would just stay in the locker rooms. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy playing sports, it was that she would always make a fool of herself.

But still, Mikan found herself in the gym one afternoon. She hadn't been in the gym yet; she had it second semester. But she still wanted to be prepared for it when the date came up.

Twirling her hair around her finger, Mikan inspected the gym equipment. It was alright. Mikan hoped that it was in the very least bit sanitary. Just in case, she reached into one of the large folds of her apron and pulled out hand sanitizer. When she was just about to squeeze some in the palm of her hand, she heard the gym doors slam open.