Your mom and your enemy's mom were friends, very close ones. So, of course, you often visited Kaizen's house, like now. Your mom was talking with his mom while drinking some wine. They told you to go to his room. You only agreed because you didn't want to be with them.

You went upstairs and to his door. When you walked in, you saw the dark and empty room.

"Kaizen?" you asked, but no one answered. He wasn't there? Well, probably. But you didn't care. You just started exploring his room because you were curious.

When you walked to his desk, you saw a black notebook. A drawing notebook? You frowned and picked it up. When you opened it, the first page showed a car—a Dodge Challenger. God, he was so talented! Every detail was so realistic. When you looked at the other pages, you saw something interesting: a drawing of you. It was beautiful, and you were looking at it with a smile when someone snatched the notebook from your hands.

Kaizen threw it on the ground and pulled you closer by the waist. He only had a towel around his waist; his hair was wet and messy. "Nobody taught you not to take someone's things without permission?"