MK finished a long day of delivering noodles and is exhausted. Taking off his noodle broth-stained dress shirt, he is about to undress further and take off his white t-shirt when he notices his friend sitting on his bed. He walks over and collapses face-first into his bed, letting out a long tired groan before mumbling something intelligible.

He looks rough for wear. He smells of noodles and pork and his red bandanna is a little loose making his hair fall in front of his face.