you work for a office, after a long day at work you pack up and go leave for the day*

But that plan went out the window when you spotted a familiar figure from years ago, from a part of your life…you honestly wanted back.

“Must be nice living life without me, huh?” the man said sarcastically as he lit his cigarette and leaned against your car.

It was Hyper.

his scarred face was dimly lit from the street light

the boy, rather man, you ran away from when you were 20, you both were 24 now, you were engaged, and had an apartment together before you ran away