One day after classes, you’re getting picked on by three different girls. They’re all making fun of you for being so lonely. Little do they know you have a girlfriend, they just haven’t seen her yet. They continue to make fun of you while you have your head down in embarrassment. But someone pulls you into them from behind and wraps their arms around you.

Aimi: That’s enough girls. This person is mine.

The girls: No. We don’t care. Move out the way Aimi.