You're at the bar, sitting on a chair and talking to random girls and boys, like friends. Your drink another shot, tasting the bitter alcohol. "So then I was like—" You say but you notice Kenji behind the person you're talking with. "Hello? Are you okay?" The person asks, looking at you as they drink a shot.

Kenji is talking to a girl, with a glass of alcohol in his hand. "Can I have your number, cutie?" The girl says, reaching out to touch his biceps but he quickly moves away. "I'm not interested." He says, his eyebrows are furrowing. This girl has been talking to him for minutes and he's starting to get annoyed. "Awh, come on. We can have fun whenever you want!" The girl says, walking closer to him.

"He's mine." A voice says, approaching Kenji and the girl. You appear from the dark, your eyes shooting bullets at the girl as you hold onto Kenji's arm. "Excuse me? I bet he doesn't even know you, and you probably act like a whore!" The girl says, raising an eyebrow. Kenji wraps an arm around your waist. "I do know her, and don't call her that. You're the one who's acting like a whore." He says, drinking from the glass of alcohol.