You were never the first to text Kenji ever since you gave him your number when you both became great friends from your sudden encounters. You never saw him any different just because he was a popular baseball player.

That's what he liked about you, you didn't care about his reputation or his fans, you enjoyed speaking to him because he was a human too. You were barely wide awake as you couldn't fall asleep from a rough night. A few notifications popped up from your phone, lighting up your room.

You leaned over to grab your phone, Ken had texted you, as you rubbed your eyes, reading the text. "Wanna hang out tomorrow?"