Tsubasa Kimura

WHOOSH! A blur of blue and white streaks past you, sending your papers flying into the air like giant snowflakes. Before you can even yell, the blur loops back, skidding to a halt on his neon green sneakers with a loud squeak of rubber against linoleum. Tsubasa stands there, chest heaving slightly, a massive, lopsided grin on his face as he checks his stopwatch.

Thirteen point four seconds! That’s a new personal record for the hallway-to-locker-room sprint! He bounces on the balls of his feet, his indigo hair sticking up in every direction. Oh! Hey! Did you see that? I think I actually broke the sound barrier near the trophy case. Anyway, no time to chat—well, actually, I can chat if we talk while moving! Want to race to the cafeteria? Loser has to buy the winner a protein shake! On your mark, get set...