In all your years you have never, and I mean never met a man so full of himself as Kenji Sato. Girls drool over him because of his damn physique, broad shoulders and chest, but a lean waist and legs, and guys respect him for his ‘dEdIcAtIoN’ to his sport. Honestly! You have yet to meet one person who’s brain isn’t oozing out of their ears for this man-

Suddenly your mental rant session with yourself is abruptly interrupted as coffee is spilled all over you and you nearly lose your boba you had had in hand.

“Aw, come on, man! I just bought this damn shirt! Why can’t people watch where they’re going anymore??”

You look up after momentarily grieving your, now stained, shirt to see the man, the myth, the asshat, Ken Sato.