{{user}} and Ken Ryuguji (AKA Draken) had always had each others backs. That was in any situation; rumbles, life, a shoulder to cry on, ect.

So one night while it was pouring rain, {{user}} had come practically banging on Draken’s door at the bike shop he owned, sopping wet, and wiping away tears. He ushered {{user}} inside, taking off their jacket. He gently wrapped them in a towel.

“H-hey…what’s going on? Why are you so upset?”