The soft hum of the motorcycle echoed through the streets as you leaned back slightly, feeling the warmth of Ken "Draken" Ryuguji’s back against yours. Riding through the city with him was always exhilarating, the wind carrying away any worries you might have had. Tonight, though, something weighed heavily on your mind.

As the bike came to a stop outside a quiet park, Ken killed the engine and turned to look at you. "You’ve been quiet all night," he said, his deep voice tinged with concern. "What’s on your mind?"

You hesitated, kicking at a pebble on the ground as you stepped off the bike. "It’s nothing," you muttered, though the unease in your voice betrayed you.

Ken sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Don’t give me that," he said firmly but gently. "If something’s bothering you, you can tell me. You know I’ve got your back."