Nothing much to say today other then I'm glad I got some nice feedback from those who put this story in their favorites and even a couple new people. Sometimes I have overly ambitious ideas that I don't have either the writing skills to make said idea work or I lose the drive cause I eventually realize all it was to begin with was an idea with zero stage planning. I'm not sure entirely where this story stands but I do know I have an end goal and whether or not it's reached perfectly or sloppily I just hope people can enjoy the ride regardless.

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Schools have for the longest time debated on what subjects are truly necessary or unnecessary for kids to take, such as art, music, and even certain forms of Mathematics.

One course that is undeniably important no matter what others say is physical education or P.E. for short. Who cares if you know everything about how repairing a car works if you get overly winded just trying to change one tire? Even if you have something not so physically demanding like an office job you can get mentally stressed. If both body and mind aren't in good condition it can lead to some pricey painful problems later on.

Walking through the small doors Hope's peak elementary were 2 tall muscular young teens who knew this importance well. They were there to show the miniature future generation of athletes everything they needed to know. At least one of them was, the other just needed the extra credit but promised to still help out.

"So where's the fucking old man that's suppose to be instructing us with these damn brats again?" said the one needing extra credit.

Mondo Oowada couldn't say he was that found of kids but he didn't exactly hate them either. He'd get stuck babysitting a few of his cousin's kids from time to time and they could be alright when they didn't mess with his bike or his hair when he fell asleep. Regardless he could already feel this was going to be a long day. He liked how his light brown hair was style in it's usual long pompadour and didn't think it looked "inappropriate" as the school board implied so despite them telling him to change it he kept it. To keep them off his back about the dress code though is the only reason he agreed to not wear his usual long black jacket, and biker pants. That and his current annoying partner in this program wouldn't shut up until he wore the stupid looking gym uniform.

"WATCH YOUR DAMN LANGUAGE DANG IT WE"RE IN AN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL! Oh and I forgot to mention it but coach Keishin had some other business that popped up so it's just us but don't worry, I've got his planner on me so I know we can handle it." replied said annoying partner.

Nekomaru Nidai might not of been the quietest or smartest of people but even Mondo knew he was very good at his job. Otherwise he wouldn't be Hope's peak high school's top ultimate team manager. He was as big, intense, and passionate as he was burly which was very much so. Even his sleek short black hair and blue with white streaked track uniform at times seem to reverberate off his energy at times.

Some special intuition within him just knew the right sport and regiment that others needed. It was because of this freaky intuition he somehow got Mondo into football and a bit of baseball too. He didn't have as deep a passion about them as Nekomaru did but it gave him something to do when he wasn't with his biker gang and even he had to admit he felt a lot less stressed after getting into them. He was still a hot head from time to time but compared to when he first entered hope's peak, thanks to his classmates and Nekomaru's massages he wasn't as bad as before.

Most of the time at least.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be as good as a fu- I mean freaking choir boy." Mondo replied sarcastically

"Good to hear!"Nekomaru said with a big smile. Whether he caught the sarcasm or was choosing to ignore it, Mondo couldn't tell.

The intimidating teens walked for a while after asking for direction until they found the school's outside court playground. They didn't have quite as much equipment as top quality as Hope's peak high school but still more then most with how many different sports the school needed to help kids hone their skills. It looked like a class had already arrived but were mostly sitting on the bleachers talking.

One sole red headed boy seem to at least be on court near a basketball net stretching. He was doing it a bit sloppily with a basketball near his feet. Nekomaru decided to address the bleacher kids first.

"OKAY EVERYONE, ENOUGH WITH THE SLAKING! LINE UP OVER HERE SINGLE FILE AND ANNOUNCE YOUR NAMES!" he bellowed for all the court and likely the whole school to hear.

All the kids, after jumping in unison out of surprise from the sudden booming voice immediately did as they were told and ran up to them. The red head from afar seemed to acknowledge them as well but decided to shoot a close range basket shot before running over. They waited for him to come over before they introducing themselves. Luckily for Mondo's poor ears he decided to lower the volume with them being close up.

"I'm your coach for the day, I'm Nekomaru Nidai and I'm Hope's peak high school's ultimate team manager. I can't wait to see what you lil guys and girls got so we can see what needs to be improved. Let's all work together to make today and every other day we train great!" the coach announced.

Not wanting to do nothing but have their tiny eyes stare at him all day, Mondo decided to introduce himself too.

"Yo, names Mondo Oowada. I'm the coach's assistant for today and I'm Hope's peak High school's ultimate bi-" He was cut off suddenly by his friend.

"Bike maker! He can makes cool bikes and also likes to secretly sing Nirvana songs at random when he thinks no one is looking." exclaimed Nekomaru.

The kids started mumbling amongst themselves on things from their excitement at being couched by two ultimate high school kids to wondering who the heck was Nirvana.

Meanwhile Mondo gave Nekomaru a bewildered look and gestured the coach to turn around as if to tell him a secret while putting him in a half head lock. This way he could whisper slash yell at him so the kids couldn't hear.

"Why the hell did you say that for man? What's wrong with my talent that you needed to change it? Also no offense but why Nirvana? Clearly you'd be closer at saying Lincoln Park at least." said the biker.

"In order firstly,the school's program director wanted you to present yourself here with a less violent title. Second I don't personally think your talent is all that bad but I get where the board would see it as a bad influence. Thirdly,are you going to honestly say it wasn't you I've heard on 4 different occasions in the locker room bathroom whistling where did you sleep last night when you thought no one else was around?" replied the coach.

Mondo had no response for any of these comments so he just looked away, shrugged his shoulders in defeat and turned back around.

Upon turning back around the teens found the tomato red headed boy they saw on the court when they first walked in now standing a few feet away.

He was standing out of line and looking up with eager wide blue eyes at them, an equally wide grin was on his face. Now that he was closer they could see he had tanner skin compared to the other kids which meant he was one of the more outdoorsy of the pack. The boy had few bandages on his legs, arms, a few fingers, and even one on his face. What caught both of their attention the most was what looked like red purple bruising on his neck and bare shoulders.

"Hey there coach and coach's assistant, I'm Masaru Daimon! I'm this schools lil ultimate P.E. and you've got the honor of seeing my skills in action. It's going to be a blast!" shouted Masaru.

"Gaha haha hahaha, your a real ball of energy aren't ya kid? That's the fighting spirit I like to see in a future Hope's peak all star!" Nekomaru shouted enthusiastically in return.

"Hey lil man, how'd you get those marks?" Mondo was the first to question it while pointing at said markings.

Where Nekomaru could see potential sports talent, Mondo knew how to see a potential trouble maker in the making. It took one to know one after all and none of these kids really seemed all that aggressive. Some seemed a bit to out of shape for fighting besides maybe the one if front of him honestly.

As if someone had flipped a light switch the twinkle in the boys eyes dimmed and his smile dropped slightly. Seemingly now self conscious as his arm started to shake a bit and he wasn't looking them in the eyes as he replied. The energy in his voice had dimmed a bit down too.

"O-oh, I just got into a bit of a fight with this jerk in my last class a while ago but it's nothing I couldn't handle. I feel great and I even sent the other guy running away from class so you might be a guy short today." said Masaru

It didn't entirely sound like the truth to either one of them but kids fighting each other to the point of big bruise wasn't really anything knew. The kid seemed like the class clown type so the idea he ran his mouth off on some bigger boy from another class and got beaten up wouldn't be anything that strange. Still they needed to make sure these kids didn't get too out of hand with each other.

"Even though I like your fighting spirit, I'm going to have to advise you to ease up on the extreme rough housing unless it's necessary. By necessary I mean like for the group activities we've got planned for you." Nekomaru advised. Even though he was only talking to Masaru his voice carried enough that the other kids were giving both teens their attention now.

"Okay everyone, for todays work out were going to test your agility, teamwork skills, endurance, and speed for the first 35 minutes of class. It's just so we can see where your skill levels are at for now. If we think it's in good enough condition then we'll let you play whatever sport you want to for the rest of the class day. Now is everyone ready?" he asked the class.

When all he got were mutters of okay he signaled for Mondo to help.

"THAT BETTER NOT BE THE BEST YOU BRATS CAN ANSWER! HE ASKED YOU A QUESTION SO YOU BETTER ANSWER LOUDER!" Mondo's voice roared.

"YES COACH!" The kids answered louder this time and much more fearful.

"Good work Mondo!" praised the coach.

"No sweat, works on my cousins plenty." replied the biker.

The teens watched as the kids did things from basic push-ups, pull ups, track, and an obstacle course while timed. Despite coming off as a lazy bunch in the beginning the kids almost each showed surprising levels of athleticism. There were definitely a few potential future Olympians here. Other then a few verbal arguments that broke out between Masaru and a couple other boys, no one got into any physical fights.

As reward for their mostly good behavior the kids were allowed to choose any group sport they pleased and it wound up being a game of football as the voted first game with basketball for tomorrow.

Although he wasn't twig thin Masaru didn't look like much in the muscle department but he still made the most nimble of dodges and hardest of tackles amongst his peers. Some looked on enviously while others glared when he made the first touchdown. He seemed determined to make every other touchdown by himself despite having eight other people on his team and 4 of them open to pass to at multiple points. By the end of the game when everyone else was sweaty and tired it was just about time to call it a day.

"Alright everyone, you all did your best and I'm looking forward to seeing what you've got tomorrow. I think for some of you it might be fun to join some of Hope peak's high school sports tutoring clubs. You've all shown me some great potential today and if any of you feel like you want to be future athletes or just look around some sports for fun then come over. Take these papers and get the signed permission of your parent, parents, or whoever your guardians are." Nekomaru addressed the children with a proud smile as he said this and handed out the papers.

One by one the kids took the papers and stuffed them into their backpacks. When Masaru came up to get them Nekomaru made sure to pull him aside for advice on his team play.

"Masaru, you were one heck of tackler out there today and a pretty good dodger as well but your teamwork skills need some real work. If you want to get better at it you should drop by the football club for some work on your skills and team play." Coach advised.

"Are you saying I didn't make enough touchdowns for my team? I tried making sure to be on the ball as much as I could out there since I'm the team leader! They even agreed I could be leader." The lil ultimate p.e. replied with a confused look.

"No, you did plenty but the problem is you tried to do them ALL instead of giving your teammates their turns to show what they can do. There's a reason people say there is no I in team. You might think it makes you look cool but it just makes you look like a glory hog who doesn't care. A leader let's other people have their time in the sun too. Like I said though we can work on it when or if you decided to come by football club." Nekomaru clarified.

"Okay but do you think if I get really good with this and my team then..." he cut himself off while looking slightly uncomfortable for a moment. He looked away from them and down at his shoes. His hair obscured his face, it was angled in a way they couldn't see his expression but it was clear he was in thought about something. Mondo after a few seconds of this decided to try coaxing the red head to continue.

"Then what?" Mondo asked.

"Nah, it was just a silly question never mind." The boy smiled nervously in reply.

Neither of the teens believed that but they didn't want to push him. Whatever it was he wanted to ask could wait till he was ready to do so. They'd only known these kids for a short while in the day after all. Masaru was possibly going through that common phase many boys go through where they feel things like being the coolest at something just being an overly aggressive at everything and showing off. Whether it was because he wanted to look and feel tough or something else was to early to truly tell. The kid himself probably wasn't truly sure.

Later at the Daimon residence

Masaru was sure when he showed his father the flyer he'd be ecstatic at the news. He loved all sports but he especially loved football since it was something his dad liked and still liked to watch on TV. He was at least hoping to get a small smile and he thought when he started snickering it was out of out happiness.

"Pfft, so their letting snowflakes like you into football now? What the hell are you going to do there other then get your shit beat in? I hope my lessons haven't turned you into on of those weirdo masochistic freaks." his father said.

He had no idea what that that term meant but could tell his dad wasn't as impressed by the news in the way he'd hoped. There were few things since his mom left that made his father happy other then sports, cigarettes, or alcohol. His dad only appreciated the forceful approach to most things and despite knowing it would likely get him hit, Masaru knew the that only meant he had to be just as forceful about things f he wanted his approval.

"I'm not a snowflake dad! I think I can even make captain if I train hard enough at hope's Peak high. "the boy protested

"I should refuse to sign just because of that tone but if you want go out there and get laughed off the field then that's just as good as any of my lessons. If you somehow make the team you better not fucking embarrass me with losing any of your games." Nathan demanded

"You're the one embarrassed by everything I do though. Mom wouldn't of been." The redhead muttered under his breath.

Masaru saw the hand coming. Reading his dad's boy movements when he was angry became easy over the years but he made no move to dodge. He knew that would only lead to worse.

"What the hell have I said about muttering in my damn house you fucking freeloading shit! If you've got something to say, you fucking say it clear so I know what I'm disciplining you for saying." he screamed.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't really say anything important I promise!" He tired to hold back his tears as he spoke.

"Well next time you've got something to say you better speak up. Now get me my damn cigarettes near the fire place. ".Nathen ordered.

"Yes sir." He moved to get the items quickly before heading to his room. His father's voice stopped him before he could retreat further.

"One more thing. What have I told you to say to anyone who asked about those bruises from your lessons?" This question was a common thing after his usually attacks so he knew how to answer right away.

"I fell downstairs doing something stupid or I was playing with something on the oven and burnt myself." This lie would be a lot less convincing if people knew his home only was a stairless one floor building and that most of their meals were from either takeout or the microwave. With his mom gone and his father's drinking habit costing them money they had to move into something smaller and cheaper then before.

"Good."

Masaru knew his dad only acted this way out caring for him to be the best man possible or at least he thought so. That didn't mean the idea of this being a lie like Jataro's ugliness was by his own parents didn't cross his mind. If parents lied about how nice you looked did the same go for how strong you were? That made no sense to him since even the coaches from school today said he needed to work at being better. What did someone gain by making a strong person feel weak?

"A sick sense of humor is what they called it for Jataro." He recalled in his head.

Masaru liked messing with the guy but didn't like seeing him get honestly hurt. He remembered more then a few occasions being at the masked boy's house and seeing his mother snicker whenever he almost hurt himself tripping or accidently walking to a sharply curved table edge. Looking back at it now that probably was a bit of proof on how messed up she her own mind was. Unlike Jataro's mom or Kotoko's parents for that matter, his dad didn't ever seem to be secretly snickering or showing any creepy gross joy from the lessons. All he did was look annoyed, angry, or upset even when he was indulging in the few things he did openly say he liked.

To think just getting better at football would get him to finally hold him warmly and not feel embarrassed about him was wishful thinking. Even so it was the most useful thing he could think of. He hoped maybe his coaches would have some tips when he had the courage to ask.

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Finally updated this thing and this time around it's still the same year! A record book worthy moment or at least for me. Hope all of you guys are enjoying this. Next time around we're going to revisit everyone's favorite masked boy with a love for art.