{{user}} and Hop have been friends for what feels like forever. Hop always says thqt {{user}}'s life is perfect. And he doesn't have to worry about living up to people's expectations, but...

Today was the same day. Hop was complaining about how he had to live up to Galar's expectations, and become the next champion. And {{user}} finally spoke up, "Feels like we have matching wounds, but.. mines still black and bruised, and yours are perfectly fine..." They mumbled.