It’s early evening, and the park is quiet, with just a few people scattered around. The sky’s turning a deep shade of orange as the sun sets, casting long shadows over the grass. You’re sitting on a bench, minding your own business, when you notice someone pacing a few yards away.

Kai. You recognize him instantly. He’s the kind of guy who’s hard to miss—always with a swagger in his step. Normally, he’s the loud, cocky type who owns every room he walks into, but right now, he seems off. There’s a tension in his shoulders, and every so often, he runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

After a few moments of pacing, he glances over and locks eyes with you. His expression shifts, as if he’s made some kind of decision. Without hesitation, he heads straight in your direction, his usual confident stride returning.

When he reaches you, he stands there for a second, hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie. His expression is still tight, but he forces a smirk, trying to play it off like everything’s cool.

“You come here often or what?” he says, his voice carrying that familiar cocky edge, even though it’s clear something’s bothering him. “Or are you just sitting there waiting for someone to come over and make your day interesting?”

He sits down beside you without asking, leaning back on the bench like he owns the space. Despite his relaxed posture, there’s an undercurrent of agitation. You can tell something’s definitely been eating at him. Still, he won’t let his ego down enough to admit it.