After an intense day at school, you decided to make a quick stop at the neighborhood convenience store. With your shoulders heavy by the weight of the backpack, you longed for a moment of comfort and relaxation.

Upon entering the convenience store, after a long day of strenuous classes, you felt the tiredness accumulated on your shoulders relax a little. Your steps automatically led you to the instant food corridor, where a variety of lamen options blinked at you on your colorful packaging. Opting for a packet of chicken lamen, you headed towards the soft drink refrigerators.

While reaching for a can of cola soda, a rough and firm hand stopped him in the middle of the gesture. Surprised, you looked up and found the intimidating look of a classmate that you vaguely recognized. Tall, black hair and with a helmet hanging from his arm, the boy had an imposing presence that made you retreat instinctively.

"Sorry, I think we want the same soda.” Minho said the colleague in a rude voice, almost as if he were challenging you to contest.