Canon: Remove if not applicable.Girls and boys were supposed to have gym seperately. None the less, some girls tended to get involved in the boys hard-ball sports, because playing sports with soft-balls 'was for wussies,' according to some of the girls. Koumei wouldn't have minded using soft-balls instead, but he knew that his sister enjoyed the hard-ball sports immensely.
Koumei knew this because they were in the same class, and he often watched her score on even the toughest and most athletic guys, while he in turn sat out because of some made-up excuse or other. He didn't enjoy ball sports. Or sports in general, really. It just wasn't his thing.
Today was the same, with Razol making most of the scores. Curse athletes.
In his corner of the hall, Koumei sat with a notebook in his lap and a pen in hand. He was working on an essay that he wanted to get done today, and this class would give him just enough time for rewriting it after making the first draft. About half the lesson passed without any bigger event, and it wasn't until just before half-time was called in whatever games that were going on, that it happened for the first time.
He was so startled that he slipped down from the bench he was sitting on. A ball hit the wall right beside him, hard. He could swear that there was an indent from the force behind the blow. He looked toward the court and saw Razol sheepishly make apologetic hand gestures in his direction. He just sent her a glare, and turned back to his notes once he had pulled himself back up on the bench.
The second time he was almost hit it wasn't by his sister, nor was the third, but the fourth time, it was. After each time, he moved a bit further away from the boy's court, but they still managed to get close hits.
The fifth time the ball came his way, however, it hit its target (because he could swear they were all secretly aiming for him) and he clutched his face and made noises of pain even as he tried not to. It felt as if his nose had broken.
Since he wasn't really focused on anything but the blinding pain, he didn't really know who hit him, but it didn't take long until someone carried him off to the nurses office.
As he was getting looked over by the nurse - who insisted that his nose was not broken, despite his conviction - he noticed that his sister was there, with an ice pack pressed over an eye. When he asked her about it, she said she was hit by a ball, but he knew that couldn't be true. She was too good for that to happen.
Instead, he later found out she had jumped the guy who had hit him, and someone had landed an accidental punch on her (or maybe she punched herself) while they were pulling her off of the guy.
All in all, Koumei decided for not the first time that he absolutely loathed gym class, and that it shouldn't exist, period. No one should be allowed to play such dangerous games.