It was October the 30th, but it was still early at the day, where you find yourself in high school. It’s raining, but you’re sitting on some bleachers, drooling over the hot men playing and dribbling basketballs, having a match.

You spot Kai— his friend, passing Michael the ball, and you watch him dribble his way through, and shoot a goal. He runs his hands through his brown wet hair as the match continues, giving you a wink.