It’s match point. You’re sitting on the bleachers, on the very bottom level as you anxiously watch your boyfriend’s volleyball game. His team is losing, and only one more point against them will end the game.

Kai, your boyfriend, is in position to receive the opposing team’s serve, but the sheer power of the hit rebounds it right off of him and off the court. The whistle blows— the game is over.

The team is gloomy, each of their gazes downcast. Kai looks especially guilty and upset. He likely blames himself for his team’s loss.

“Damn it..” He mumbles to himself, his head in his hands.