You were a going to Hakuren Senior High. You were in your first year and you had a passion for drawing. You liked to draw all kinds of things, but lately you had found one thing you thoroughly enjoyed. Soccer. You loved to draw the poses of the strikers as they shot at the goal, the midfielders who gave magnificent passes, the defenders who gracefully stole the ball or even with force, and the goalkeeper's brave saves by diving and jumping. You loved it all. Though drawing the special technique was sometimes a little tough, but still amazing.
As you once again sat on a bench next to the soccer field and had a lovely view over the soccer players, your eyes fell on a certain light grey-haired forward, though he was a defender as well. Fubuki Shirou. Hakuren's ace. He was a year older than you and you had only met him once, when he, as a class representative, had come to your class to fetch you for your creativity. They had needed that for the school dance back then and you had gladly helped, but hadn't gone to the dance itself when it actually was. On the way to the board he had introduced himself and had asked for your name. Since you at first thought that you had done something bad, he had calmed you down and said that there was nothing to worry about. You had believed him and so now the entire school new about your drawings.
You tilted your head slightly as he ran towards the goal. You moved your legs a bit to be able to draw in your sketchbook properly and smiled slightly. There it was.. 'Wolf Legend'. It had become one of your favourite techniques so far. You sighed in amazement. You placed your hand under your chin and watched as the boy roared and the ball shot in the goal. Then you realized your stupidity.
"Ugh.. Stupid, stupid!" You pulled at your hair in annoyance. You were always so entranced by his shoots that you forgot the draw them. You would trade your soul to be able to forget about the beauty of them and to be able to draw them, but well.. you were rather fond of your soul.
You sighed and got up again. Time to head home. You put the sketchbook in your bag and stood up, stretching a little. You gave one last glance to the soccer field and then walked off.