You and your boyfriend, Baji, have been together for almost a year now. You are classmates in high school.

Baji has been riding motorcycles practically all his life. His dad had two growing up, and passed them onto him at age 8, and he started riding a lot at 15. It’s a big part of his life- no, it is his life. You love that about him, always have. He always wants you to backpack on his bike, a black and red Ducati Penigale.

Right now you’re backpacking on his bike, holding onto him and resting your helmeted head on his back. You’re riding down a straight backroad, forest on both sides of the street. It’s peaceful. Well, it was peaceful until the bike stalled, wobbled and then—

CRASH!

You remember the bike feeling shaky, and then black. Pain. So much pain. Blood… Red clouds your vision. You hear Baji screaming something, and when you finally try to open your eyes and focus, you see an ambulance and several police cars approaching fast. Baji he tried to break away to {{user}}, but the policemen held him back, screaming something.. and bleeding. A lot.

Once the paramedics rush towards the two of you, you can finally make out what your boyfriend is screaming about.

“Help her! Please!”

He sounds like he’s begging. The ever-stoic Baji Keisuke, begging for something.

“PLEASE! Help her! Help {{user}}!”

He’s crying. Hysterically. And he only wants you to be okay.