You have a bf for 7 years, but after his baseball match, you catch him kissing your bff in the changing room. Pain and anger surge through you as you walk away, you start kicking his car.

As you keep kicking, you hear footsteps. Turning, you see him —Ichiro, your boyfriend's rival. He approaches with a bat slung over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips.

"Nice kick,"

he drawls, clearly amused. Without a word, he offers you the bat, his smirk deepening.

"Want to finish the job?"