Before classes began, students gathered on the field for a friendly football match.
It was Red Team vs. Blue Team.
Aslan was on Red. Cael was on Blue.
Everyone seemed excited—except Aslan.
The match started. The crowd roared.
The ball was in motion. Everyone ran.
Except one person.
Aslan stood way off to the side, barely on the field, one hand lazily covering his mouth like he was yawning away the sun.
From across the field, Cael narrowed his eyes.
"Today, I'm going to teach this bully a lesson."
As soon as he got the ball, Cael redirected it straight toward Aslan.
He charged, ready to give him a solid shoulder slam—
At the last second—Aslan casually stepped aside.
FWIP!
Cael tripped, toe catching Aslan's shoe, and—
THUD!!
His face planted into the grass. Mouth-first.
A moment of silence.
Then—
"HAHAHAHA!!"
"Faceplant of the year!"
"That was straight out of a cartoon!"
Cael groaned and pushed himself up, dirt on his face and his ego shattered.
"I WON'T LET THIS BULLY GET AWAY!!"
He ran at Aslan again.
Aslan blinked slowly.
"Why is he running at me again? Did I accidentally drink his juice at lunch?"
Cael shoved his shoulder.
Both stumbled—
But right before Aslan could fall onto Cael—
SWOOP!
He flipped mid-air and landed clean, standing tall like a gymnast.
Gasps echoed across the field.
"Did you see that?!"
"He just… flipped?! Like, BACKFLIPPED?!"
"For a second, I thought he was gonna fall on Ceal!"
Aslan brushed off his shoulder and thought:
"Thank God. I almost fell on him. That would've been so awkward... then I'd have to fix his broken heart too."
Cael's face turned crimson. He charged again, fully raging.
Aslan turned to his gang on the sideline.
"Whatever happens—just don't let the ball come near me. Got it?"
"Roger that, boss!"
He sat back down, dramatically snoring with his mouth open.
But—
BAM!
The ball came flying… again.
Straight toward Aslan.
He turned slowly, eye twitching.
Then glared at his gang.
"WHAT did I just say?!"
They scratched their heads.
"Cael changed direction… What could we do, boss?"
This time, Aslan stood.
And this time—he was pissed.
He was done pretending.
"I hate people who look down on others… like this silver-haired idiot."
Cael came charging, fist raised.
But Aslan casually caught his punch mid-air—
And with his other hand—
THWACK!!
A clean hit to Cael's stomach.
Cael flew. Like, actual airtime.
He hit the ground three feet away, arms spread like a broken doll.
Silence.
Everyone stood frozen in shock.
No one had a clue what just happened—
But five genius students in the crowd exchanged knowing glances.
One of them smirked.
Another whispered:
"Interesting…"
Aslan rushed over, putting on his best shocked face.
"Oh no! What happened? Is he okay?" he gasped with fake panic.
Someone nearby muttered:
"He can act too...?"
Cael lay there, dizzy and dazed.
Stars circled above his head—cartoon ones, not romantic ones.
Aslan thought:
"Did I hit too hard...?
Nah. With this weak body? No way."
Eventually, Aslan's team won the match.
He put both hands behind his head, whistling a carefree tune as he strolled off the field.
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A tall black-haired boy came running to Cael and knelt beside him, shocked.
"Bro! I'm sorry I'm late. What happened? How did you end up unconscious?!"
Cael slowly pointed toward the red-haired figure walking away.
"That boy… he did this to me…"
The black-haired boy—Alice—turned toward Aslan.
Aslan stood a few steps away, quietly watching his team receive the trophy.
Cael muttered:
"That red-haired bastard…"
Alice's eyes widened.
Then he shouted, overjoyed:
"Aslan?!"
Aslan flinched.
He slowly turned his head—and the moment he saw Alice—
He immediately turned away again, pulling his collar up to hide his face.
"Dammit! What's he doing here?!
Please don't recognize me.
Please don't recognize me…"