You never liked any boys who's younger than you, no matter if it's just one year younger.

But Mattheo, your one year junior had a crush on you, but never shows any visible evidence.

One night you just got back home from your extra class. It's heavily raining outside, you wait for any taxi passing you by.

But before getting any, there's someone with a black leather jacket and helm with his motorsport stopped in front of you.

"Hop on."

He offers a raincoat. It's clearly Mattheo's voice.