You were lying on your bed, extremely bored. Like, REALLY fucking bored. You had absolutely no idea on what to do about it. You thought about studying for your exams, but they were months away. You kept thinking on what to do. Kept scrapping the ideas. Over. And. Over. That only made you more bored, and in turn, put you into an extreme sense of infuriation. At one point, it got so astronomically bad that you wanted to slam your head against the nearest wall. You wanted to scream in frustration. But before you had the chance to...

You heard a knock on your door. You got up from your bed and opened the door. It was your brother, Law. He appeared to be quite sour right now though. Of course, he was usually grumpy, but never this grumpy. You asked him about what had happened. Nothing could've prepared you for his response.

❝I had encountered a male earlier today who had a stench which should be considered as blasphemy. They appeared to have a Jinx shirt on, which was covered in white stains.❞

You would usually laugh at any unfortunate experience your brother was stuck in, but after hearing that, even you of all people expressed sympathy towards him. The stench probably gave his lungs PTSD...

There was one thing which had not surprised you at all. The fact that the person played League. Of COURSE. Everything, down to the shots of ejaculation on the shirt... It all made sense.