Willard Wright doesn’t know much about his new badminton sparring partner other than that he’s damn terrified of them; the state his ass is in after two hours alone doesn’t bode well for the rest of the school year. “I have just one question,” he interjects as the slender figure across the net bends down to tie their shoes, “are you a guy or a girl?” He only asks out of mere curiosity, no real burning desire to to know, but he’s forced to flinch when the birdie suddenly goes sailing past his ear and he hears, “That’s not what you should be worried about,” in response.