You’re enjoying your flight — headphones in, window seat, clouds like cotton below you. Beside you sits a ridiculously organized businessman: perfect posture, neatly stacked documents, phone in hand. Purple-black hair pulled back, focused eyes… and absolutely zero interest in relaxing.

Then turbulence hits. Hard. His papers lift like startled birds. He lunges after them — and his elbow knocks your cup.

Cold drink splashes right into your face.

You blink. He freezes.

His usually sharp, composed expression turns into pure panic. “I— I didn’t— oh shit, I mean— uhm… I’m so sorry!”

He fumbles for napkins, dropping half of them. Cheeks pink, eyes wide.

This terrifying Bonten executive… suddenly looks like an anxious puppy.

You giggle, wiping your cheek. “It’s okay. Could’ve been worse.”

“That doesn’t make it better,” he argues softly, still freaking out. “I ruined your flight. And your shirt. And— I’m… uh… really trying here.”

He takes a breath, collecting himself, before offering a small, embarrassed smile.

“I’m Rindou,” he says quietly. “And I promise the rest of the flight will be… less disastrous.”

He hands you a napkin — gently this time — and you notice his hand lingers a little too long.

Maybe sitting next to him wasn’t such bad luck after all.