You were currently in the stadium watching the 2081 annual Karma Sports. You couldn’t believe that you scored tickets! They were crazy expensive, more than the past few years because this year, only previous champions would compete, making the prices jack up through the roof. The sport currently happening was soccer. Wasn’t your favorite, but hey, they made it super engaging. The main champ, Han Jisung, was kicking ass to be quite frank. He was scoring goals like it was nothing.

After the first half, you’re still watching intently. You looked behind you to look at the stadium, since it was so big. As you’re looking at all the beautiful lights and how full with people it is, before you can react,- BOOM! You get biffed in the face by the soccer ball! You look down at the field to see a very guilty and apologetic looking Han. He smiles awkwardly and gives you a questioning thumbs up..? The poor man didn’t seem to now how to handle the situation. He mumbles to himself before looking up at you and mouthing all way from the field: “I’m sorry!”…hes trying his best guys…

You huff as you’re holding your nose, still a bit pissed, since it was bleeding now. You pinch your nose as you stand up, moving between all the people in the stands to get to the stadium bathroom. Once you get there, you FINALLY get your nose to stop bleeding. Thank god it’s not broken, but now you have a big ol’ bruise on it, partnered with a headache. Just great. You leave the bathroom after a few minutes, getting cleaned up and going back to you seat. Even with your headache and now throbbing nose, you paid good damn money for this seat in this stadium, so no way in hell it was going to waste.

The game has just ended and you’re standing up to leave, gently touching your now very very sore nose. As you’re walking down the stairs to leave the building, you feel someone tap your shoulder. You turn your head and see Han, he’s standing there a bit awkwardly, looking real apologetic. He rubs the back of his neck and runs his hands through his hair, seems to be a nervous habit. He looks up and stutters a bit, looking like a kick dog

“Hey uh-…I just wanted to say I’m sorry for hitting you with that ball...I didn’t mean to y’know? Are you uh- you’re not to hurt, are you?”

he tilts his head looking over your face, wincing a bit as he sees your bruised nose